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September. Clean. Crisp. Clear. Refreshing freshness. Anniversaries of how we started out, beginnings experienced again. Resetting MDI into that freeing-lifestyle of pumping, convenience, ease. Crazy lives, busyness condensed into one life, a single soul, a loving harmony. A new beginning after sweltering summer heat. Colors shifting. From clusters bleeding together to majestic mixes creating perfection. Too much to do. Too little to do it. Springing forward too quickly. Now, slowing down. To smell, see, hear, feel, experience. Summer's last breath, before we Fall into a slumber, No more artificial coolness. Now, windows open. A breeze blows in. We look out, waiting to be one with the weather. The dog sits with nose sniffing, on the sill her chin rests. Watching, smelling, interpreting sounds and smells. Waking up to see that sunrise for the soul, before a seasonal sunset sets in. September. Welcoming. Appreciated. Renewed vigor for what we have,...

Here we are on Friday. TGIF? Not this time. At least, not completely. A quote comes to mind as we hit the last day of this week, and I reflect on the progress made, strived for and not achieved. "Only Robinson Crusoe had everything done by Friday."   ~Author Unknown Hmm. Sadly, it doesn't appear that I'm Robinson Crusoe. So, this doesn't apply to me. For two reasons: A.) I'm not a castaway on a tropical island. B.) While making it this far through the week feels like a tremendous victory, my To Do List lingers on and continues haunting me. Stealing sleep and stressing me out like a man who dropped his bacon on the floor. So, as I scramble to end the week on a more productive note, I offer a light, randomly-assembled recap of the week's Highs & Lows plus a preview of what's down the road in the week(s) ahead. ( Warning: Link heavy, but all are worth the mentions! ) Rain, please. Seriously. Why the Fuzzle Navel doesn't it rain anymore in...

A darkened sky, dramatically choreographed with restless storms. Our lives flash before our eyes, as quickly as the lightening strikes the horizon. Thunder rumbles, just as troubles tremble within these daily lives. Rain comes pouring, just as deadlines, finances, relationships, stress... A line of storms rains down on our lives, clouding our minds and drenching our days. Highs and Lows, Lost Time and Restless Hearts all tempt our souls away from the path. Away from the knowledge that, the storms do move on. The sun will shine through in their place. Golden Twilight tickles our hearts, surging into our souls Making us remember why we wait for beauty in this life. Why we hold on to our faith, our love, our hope. That no matter what storms we face, Twilight returns. We welcome it. Cherish it. Gain the strength to weather the storms once more.

Lawmakers made Insurance Industry Reform History with a 219-212 vote on March 21, 2010. This may reshape how Americans deal with wellness and illness overall, particularly those of us in the Diabetes Community who have faced the arbitrary, profit-driven unfairness of our current health insurance industry. To be clear: I don't understand much of this package, and do think there are good and bad elements in it that will continue playing out through the coming decade and beyond. In my eyes, this isn't a cure. Rather, it's possibly akin to the creation of home-use Blood Glucose Meters ( widely inaccurate as the FDA is exploring, but still very essential in our daily lives .) With that, I offer some coverage from the trusted Indianapolis Business Journal (Disclosure: my employer, though I work for its sister legal-newspaper) that has an ace health industry reporter covering this beat.  Here are some highlights that I've taken from this , with my thoughts followi...

Three O'Clock wake up. Scratchy, dry, ragged thirst. Aching, tingling, toes are lit up tonight. Thanks to a High. No CGM beeps. No. Just natural alarm. The Search begins. Stumbling at first, then dark veil is brushed away. Poke in the finger, redness rushes out Not to relieve the thirst, but to paint a test strip It screams at me: 499. I scream inside. No balance. No rhyme. Just random. Correction comes for 14. The Search goes on. This time, for water. Oh, the potential. To wash away this sand in my throat. Smooth. Silky. Ice cubes swimming, floating Within crystal clear waters Waiting to flow freely, coating the inside Like the blood coats the now-used strip Easing the desert dryness Until it's no more. An oasis of moisture. Pure Ecstasy. At least for a moment. Momentary soothing of a late-night High. Until the insulin kicks in, flushing the sugar out. Another day begins. After 26 years, each day is much the same. Some Highs. Some Lo...