Just went to my doctor the other day for a Type 1 diabetes checkup. I really don't think any doctor gets it. They seem to think it's simple to decide that "since you're going to eat a 3oo calorie meal, that you should take this many units of insulin." Hogwash! The variables that impact the dose include: when and how much you exercised in the last 12 hours or so, what the constituency of the meal is (fat? protein? what kind of carbs?), whether you got good sleep the night before, whether you are under undue stress, whether you plan to exercise after you eat, what your last blood glucose reading was, etc., etc. How does the not-so-adept person figure all this out? I make mistakes, just like all the diabetics I have ever treated or talked with. My doctor was mildly upset that I had a couple of BG readings in the 50's (70-110 is normal). What!? if that's all I screwed up, I should get the self-care lifetime achievement award.
I don't think my doctor quite appreciates that I have been treating myself for 45 years now, 17 years longer than she's been alive. Maybe she thinks her two years out of residency in internal medicine is equivalent. I beg to differ.
Latest study now links pesticides and ADHD. Told you so, right here, a few blogs ago. I figure we will see this in Autism as well sooner than later.
What is it with these hoarders? I should understand it more, but of all the disorders I could name and discuss, this one baffles me. I suspect there will be found overactive portions or derailed processes of the brain that are linking emotion to a hunting and gathering drive. We won't find this out anytime soon. We will hunt for the answers and gather insufficient data.
I really get a bit, shall we say, "weirded out" when a student, who hasn't been in class in a while, emails me and asks, "did I miss anything important?"
I don't think my doctor quite appreciates that I have been treating myself for 45 years now, 17 years longer than she's been alive. Maybe she thinks her two years out of residency in internal medicine is equivalent. I beg to differ.
Latest study now links pesticides and ADHD. Told you so, right here, a few blogs ago. I figure we will see this in Autism as well sooner than later.
What is it with these hoarders? I should understand it more, but of all the disorders I could name and discuss, this one baffles me. I suspect there will be found overactive portions or derailed processes of the brain that are linking emotion to a hunting and gathering drive. We won't find this out anytime soon. We will hunt for the answers and gather insufficient data.
I really get a bit, shall we say, "weirded out" when a student, who hasn't been in class in a while, emails me and asks, "did I miss anything important?"
I am frequently misunderstood. I know, we all feel this way at times. But what seems to happen to me frequently, is that folks will assume they know why I am saying or asking what I am saying or asking, and they are wrong. Typically, they assume some malevolent motivation on my part. I am a very, very curious person, and I often ask questions simply to know the answer. Anyone who has known me all my life knows I emerged from the womb with this trait.
Waiting is the social currency of status. We wait for whomever is higher on the social ladder, by virtue of socioeconomics, rank, ownership, size, age, and so forth, in a given situation. I was at the take out bagel bakery yesterday, and a guy in a Lexus two cars in front of me was changing his mind every two minutes about his order. I watched as the girl in the window would hand him a bag of stuff; he would look into it, and then he would hand it back, waving his arms. This went on for fifteen minutes. I had had enough. Here's how it went in my mind's eye: I get out of my car and go up to the driver's window, saying, "Are you slow-witted, exerting your power to make us wait, or simply unable to make a decision?" It doesn't go well. He simply says, "Get the f**k out of my face!" To which I respond, "Guess this means you are in a fourth category: ass*****." I return to my car, and he leaves with whatever bagels the last bag contained, all the wrong kinds, of course.
What really happened? I waited and sulked, like a narcissistic little child.
I don't think being at the bagel window makes you that person more important than the rest of us. I'm not sure what does.
Waiting is the social currency of status. We wait for whomever is higher on the social ladder, by virtue of socioeconomics, rank, ownership, size, age, and so forth, in a given situation. I was at the take out bagel bakery yesterday, and a guy in a Lexus two cars in front of me was changing his mind every two minutes about his order. I watched as the girl in the window would hand him a bag of stuff; he would look into it, and then he would hand it back, waving his arms. This went on for fifteen minutes. I had had enough. Here's how it went in my mind's eye: I get out of my car and go up to the driver's window, saying, "Are you slow-witted, exerting your power to make us wait, or simply unable to make a decision?" It doesn't go well. He simply says, "Get the f**k out of my face!" To which I respond, "Guess this means you are in a fourth category: ass*****." I return to my car, and he leaves with whatever bagels the last bag contained, all the wrong kinds, of course.
What really happened? I waited and sulked, like a narcissistic little child.
I don't think being at the bagel window makes you that person more important than the rest of us. I'm not sure what does.
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