Gail,
I’m reading posts between the 4-some of Glory, Spud, Gail, and Marius. We’ll
see how soon this hits the list. It has been a few hours since I sent stuff
that hasn’t been posted — yet.
BUT, how was your *birthday* dinner for Tim and the others Thursday night?
Fill us in.
Jan
Marius,
“. . . therefore the implication is, if things go wrong, it’s because the
person who had diabetes did something wrong. It’s the disease that’s the
problem, not the person.”
HA! I fooled ya! The above is another *snippet* from my BASH booklet. HOW,
dear, dear, dear, SIR (with ALL due and more respect) e-Bud, can we ever
help you??? Sumpin’ is goin’ on witchyer bod. Of course, I won’t use your
name, but I’m going to ask a CDE from another list who, herself, is a Type 2
what this all means. Okay?
dr. Jan
——- End of forwarded message ——-
Bethany,
How ya doin’ now? Any better? If you are pg, you’ll probably be feeling a
little worse for about 3 months. Sometimes morning sickness hits early. I
used to keep saltine crackers by the bed so I could have a couple before I
got up. Let us know how it’s going.
dr. Jan
There once was an proud Irishman named Pat, who went to heaven and
saw St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter asked, “Who are you?”
and Pat replied, “My name is Pat, I’m an Irishman, born on St.
Patrick’s Day, died on St. Patrick’s Day, marching’ in the St.
Patrick’s Day parade.”
St. Peter said to Pat: “Yes, this is true! Here’s a little green
cloud for you to drive around heaven in and here is a harp that,
when you push this button here, will play ‘When Irish Eyes Are
Smiling.’ Enjoy it, Pat. Have a good time in heaven.” Pat jumps on
his little green cloud, punches the button, and heads out with a
smile on his face and a song in his heart.
He’s having a wonderful time in heaven, driving his little green
cloud around. But on the third day, he’s driving down Expressway
H-1 with the harp playing full blast when, all of a sudden, a Jewish
man in a pink and white two-tone cloud with tail fins roars past
(more…)
Jan,
I went to the only allergist in the area last summer and fall. He really
got me all messed up on inhalers and prednisone. He has left the area. But
I think you are probably right. I have started having my “asthma cough” and
some shortness of breath.
Gail
She didn’t think Spud was the name of a girl.
gd
Gail,
You could easily have an underlying infection that hasn’t yet manifested
itself. As one person said, if we could predict what DM is going to do to us
it wouldn’t be any fun. Yeah, wouldn’t life be boring to be *normal*? You
did mention it’s spring where you are. You can’t see all the spores and
pollens flying around either. Didn’t you mention you *catch* something each
year? Maybe you could see an allergist?
No, he’s not. Fortunately he doesn’t own his truck. The boss pays for ALL
the necessities (except food). I talked to the money man there yesterday and
we were chatting about the gas and the 4c tax decrease they want. He said
it’s hardly a drop in the bucket and would do no good. One hundred gallons
would be only $4.00 savings.
Jan
There has to be a way for Cap’n to change his posts to Plain Text instead of
HTML when sending to this list. It is even a little more difficult for me
to delete HTML messages since they have to download before I can hit the
delete button. 8^) The plain text messages come in immediately.
In a message dated 03/16/00 4:24:31 PM Eastern Standard Time,
mariusc@… writes:
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Oh I am so sorry Sir Marius….I forgot about your dilemma!
Christine