What is diabetes?

I have juvenile diabetes, otherwise known as type 1 diabetes. I was diagnosed in 5th grade, when I was eleven. People who find out how old I was when I was diagnosed usually wonder what it was like getting such a disease at that age. At present, I would tell you it sucked. Fortunately, at the time I don't think I realized this fact, and so I was able to cope with my diagnoses as if it was a kind of exciting-and-new-especially-extra extracurricular activity. It had taken time for me to realize how my diagnoses has effected my life.
I also feel like many people want to ask what type 1 diabetes is, or how it is different from type 2 diabetes... so here are my answers for these questions as well.
-Because I have type 1 diabetes, it means that my body's immune system decided (for reasons unknown) to attack and kill all of my insulin producing cells in my pancreas. As a result, my body no longer creates any insulin on its own. This puts me at a dis-ease because without insulin, all the carbohydrates I eat that enter my bloodstream as sugar have no way of leaving my blood stream to feed all the cells in my body that need sugar for food. Essentially, without insulin, I can eat all I want and my body will still starve to death anyways (insert sad face here).
To solve the problems established (not wanting to starve and needing insulin), I, and all type 1 diabetics, must take multiple daily injections of insulin.
Many type 1's such as myself have chosen to wear an insulin pump, which takes the place of multiple injections and is kind of like an external pancreas that is programmed manually. It as about the size of an mp3 player. It looks like this:
-I will admit I know less about type 2 diabetes, however, here is what I think I know. Type 2 occurs when a person's body malfunctions in one or both of two possible ways:
1)Their body is resistant to its own insulin (i.e. their pancreas makes insulin, but their body cannot use it efficiently), or
2)Their body does not or is unable to make enough insulin to account for the amount of insulin their body needs.
Usually type 2 diabetes is treatable with diet and exercise, although sometimes treatment requires oral drugs. Rarely does treatment of type 2 diabetes require insulin injections.

(ummm... I am not a doctor or medical professional of any kind (yet!) so please do not take my information too seriously... :-) )

More diabetes stuff later...

No, I'm Not Being Serious

A side note on my roomie...
She is really not that bad. She did after all teach me numerous ways to chug beer, and how to effectively "puff" a cigar. And there was the time I schooled her at Beer Pong. These are clearly very valuable life skills that everyone should learn, but many do not. In fact, institutions of higher learning should offer symposiums on "The Methods of Drinking a Beer" and "Cigars: More Than Fog for the Brain." We all know a greater number of people would sign up to take these classes than classes like "Greek and Roman Civilizations." If American's are going to be known for our less-than-excellent educations, we might as well embrace our culture and make "Partying as a Life Skill" a major at all respected Universities in the States. If we cannot be the best in science or w/e, no big. Let the rest of the world solve its own problems, while we all become professional college students, drinking away our inhibitions and partying away our dignity. I motion to make Beer Pong our new national sport.

My First Blog: My Roomie may be from somewhere like hell...

I often have random moments of impulsivity and this blog is a result of one of those moments. I also make-up words sometimes. I like to think of myself as kin to Ray Bradbury who uses nouns as verbs and adverbs as other parts of speech that they are not meant to be used as. I have not written my first sci-fi novel yet, but it could happen. At the moment, I am unsure about what I want to do with this blog that I have now created. Probably no one will read it. And probably I will soon forget I even have a blog or lose interest and then I will cease to write anymore. But, as long as I am here...

My roomate:
This morning I woke up to her on the phone with her sister. Apparently Facebook somehow friended all of her family, giving them glorious access to all her shit-faced photos. And, apparently Jacqueen was not happy about this. This sort of embarrassing moment is a common occurance for her. I used to feel sorry for her, but, sadly, now I revel during her dark days.
Another night I woke up to the sounds of Jacqueen not so alone in her bed-- I was disgusted! I realize that I am 19, and sex is a part of college, and I should grow up, and yadah yadah... but my purity score is higher than average, and even if it wasn't I am pretty sure I would still be wiered out. At least have the balls to wake me up and tell me to get the fuck out before you go at it in the bed across from me! Of all moments in my life, this one was just awkward... F**K My Life!!!
I have now been sexiled a total of 3 times in the last month...

Fortunately, I only have one more week of coexistence with Jacqueen.

Dear Roomie,
You suck. I never want to live with another girl again. Pick up your shit, you live like a pig. And by-the-way, I heard your Baker boy was banging a girl at Lovett last Saturday when you couldn't find him... :-)