AMY was complaining that I almost never post a photo of myself anywhere in C-Space. Well, okay, first I showed myself at the Cummington Fair shaking hands with my hero, Smokey Bear.
And now, here's part of me posing as the National Poster Boy for my new Borg Implants. I'm buff and pumped! The insulin pump is clipped to my muy butch biker belt.
The other Borg Implant on the left is an on-line real-time blood glucose monitor which wi-fi's its results -- something like 10 samplings a minute -- via a radio link to the software Brane in the pump.
Historically, on-line real-time measurement of blood glucose was the most difficult medical technology breakthrough to achieve. Without it, everybody has to constantly use one of those B.B. King finger-prick test blood sugar meters.
And they hurt. Ouch. Ouch. My nurse recommends I pincushion myself and interrupt what I'm doing to take the finger-prick test from 6 to 8 times a day. Uh-huh. Sure. Starting right away. Anyway, for a person with a normal pancreas, or for a diabetic who, one way or the other, is doing a good job of balancing sugars and insulin, a Good Number is around 110, and that's in Milligrams Per Deciliter, a unit every bit as straightforward and clear to all as Furlongs Per Fortnight.
Actually these Buck Rogers Gets Diabetes in the 21st Century nifty gizmos won't evolve into an authentic Artificial Pancreas unless they also figure out how to tell the computer how much Food (specifically, carbohydrates, measured in grams) your piggish self is tossing down your Maw for a snack, or an ice cream spree at Friendly's. Until they can sense and automatically wi-fi what you're tossing down your throat to the pump, you have to manually compute (look up in a reference book, or read the carb grams from the TV dinner box) the carbs you're about to eat, and punch it into the pump. Muy Starwarz, and a major pain in the ass.
But the pump does quite an amazing and effective automated job during the rest of the day and night when you're not eating -- the slow drip of a small but constant amount of insulin called the Basal Rate. The whole trick -- the reason to get rid of your nasty old stigmatized junkie syringes and Do The Pump -- is to smooth out the daily insulin absorption curve. I just got my Numbers back (the Big One is a month-long blood glucose average called the Hemoglobin A1C Test) and they're authentically, genuinely, dramatically improved over my Spike Days. And with that improvement hitchhikes a whole raft of general improvements in my overall health. (Specifically, my kidneys are no longer careening toward Dialysis City.)
This year's Nobel Prize for Medicine and Physiology goes to the guy or gal who figured out how to talk the private health insurance providers into paying for the pump, so diabetics don't have to take a second mortgate or sell a kidney to a rich person to get a pump. In Civilized Nations -- just about every industrialized country except the USA -- health care is provided to all by the government, regardless of ability to pay. Not Free, but paid for by everybody's taxes. The dreaded Single Payer system, also known as Socialized Medicine, or Castro-Style Communism. Vote for Gus Hall!
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Like, where the %(*#&(#*& did this sudden Explosion in Diabetes and Obesity come from??? Suddenly Everybody and her Sister Sue has Diabetes and Everybody and his Cousin Patrice is looking for clothes in sizes XXX-Large! And that's why the blood glucose monitor manufacturers are being so generous to B.B. King in his Golden Years, because there's suddenly a Huge New Market for diabetic-related medical supplies and equipment.
Latest theory -- now they think both a lot of the Diabetes, and the Obesity Tsunami, are Viruses similar to the cold virus. Ya need a link on that? Okay I'll try to find a link on that. Try This. And This.
Ah. The Tattoo. Bob (a.k.a. the Hucklebery Finn of World Jewry) is exploring and discovering his Jewish Heritage with his new Tattoo.
PizzaQ No. 1 (2 slices with anchovies, if anchovies are Kosher):
What's wrong with this sentence?
Bob is exploring and discovering
his Jewish Heritage
with his new Tattoo.
A 3rd slice if you can cite Book, Chapter and Verse. So maybe some Divines can take a stab at this.
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PizzaQ No. 2 (5 slices, capers, endives and shallots, all Parve):
What does the Tattoo say? What does that Mean? What up with that?
Mike the Irish Belgian managed to solve the Dr. Evil/Dr. Rasha דר.רשע Hebrew PizzaQ, and so did Steve Klein, IT manager for the ad agency where my old Army buddy who lives in the USA state shaped like the palm of the human right hand etc etc. (That was last Tisha b'Av, so Steve was fasting and didn't want any pizza.)
But can they, or Klaas in Rotterdam, or the folks at Kafe Internet Sofia, figure out what my Tatt is?
I will have more to say about the significance of my new Tattoo to the NGO Vleeptron / MoNGO Middle East Peace Plan as soon as we get a correct answer.
Ah, also Thank Everybody, particularly despicableteacher, for the Rosh Hashona cards and greetings! l'Shana Tovah -- a Good New Year to everyone!
And I think that means it's just about Ramadan, so Ramadan Kareem & Mbarak, and I will start filching an image, unless someone a little more learned in Islamic Art than I am wants to send me something a little more sophisticated and beautiful than my usual Hallmark Card images.
(This Planet's A Mess, but NGO Vleeptron aims to Fix It. Watch This Space for news about ShalomSalaamPaixPazPace.)