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A Lesson in Making Diabetes Tolerable

I am very hard on myself. Maybe everyone else is too, but for some reason I usually think about decisions way too much, keep analyzing them after I have made them, and often feel regret or play the "what if" game for several hours/days/weeks/months afterward. I guess it's my own special "feature" (you know, one of those things you get "blessed" with whether you wanted it or not). A few months ago I made a semi-crazy decision: I got a dog. 

When I was a single-digit-ager I wanted a dog more than anything else. It seemed all my friends had dogs, and they were so friendly...I wanted one of my own. The feeling never went away, and all through college I imagined my graduated self with a Mac computer and a dog; needless to say I was more convinced about the Mac then the dog. 

After four months with the Mac and an empty apartment 1600 miles away from my family I decided on somewhat of a whim that I needed to fulfill that elementary yearning; I needed a faithful companion (sorry BF!). Chris and I drove to middle-of-nowhere-redneck-zone-Alabamer (yes, I said "Alabam-er...that's how those folk say it) to find my little friend. And ya'll may think I'm absolutely nuts, but she is my best friend! She has helped to improve my mood, encouraged me to take more walks, and in a round about way improved my diabetes management. It is much easier to put a pump site in knowing there is a little waggily tail and some never-ending kisses waiting just 5 feet down (yes she is short, she is a wiener dog ;-). I have learned since getting a dog that happiness is a great drug, and a dog is great way to happiness. I love you Izzy!!!


Don't judge me...I know most of you looking at this have kids that you brag about all the time. So............... Bazinga!

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  1. OMGlookitthecutewittledoggie!!! =P

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  2. The dog is an important part of any household. Izzy is sure cute, like her owner!
    Love, Aunt Vicki

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