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I have been reading about my disease, figuring the best way to combat diabetes would be with a six-demon bag and a vorpal sword, but, since I have neither, I could try using knowledge instead.

I stumbled across an interesting physiological feature, namely, anger issues are common in pre-diabetic individuals. It seems the topsy-turvy blood sugar game gets irritating to the body, constantly stemming the flow of glucose and vainly summoning insulin that cannot be bothered to show up. Typical Pancrean passive-aggressive behavior.

So, your body, in a pinch, summons that juicy-tasty morsel, adrenalin. The power flows through your veins, and you begin to crush heads, everywhere, ripping out stanchions, tearing off car doors, flinging passers-by into the river.

Or, you yell at your friends and act unreasonable about things.

I am not trying to say my disease caused all of the bad things I have done to others. I am not trying to say pre-diabetes rage made me verbally abuse every service personnel I encountered. I am certainly not trying to say diabetes put that hole in my door.

I am simply trying to put together the facts, pick up the pieces of the puzzle I kicked across the room, and get back to living on the straight and narrow.

And by narrow, I mean sexxxy skinny britches.

Had some stomach pain and nausea today, presumably from the meds. As a good friend on Twitter pointed out, sleeping through the night is fantastic, and I have slept through the night twice.

More on that another time.

Nurse went to bat for me today, and got $40.00 back from the Evil Red Circle. They were gypping me. Here’s a weird thing – My test strips are MSRP around 60 bucks for 50 strips. When you are stabbing your finger sometimes three times a day, that gets pricy, quick.

My insurance will not pay for them, because my insurance wants me to die. Seriously, United Healthcare… how can I pay your outrageous premiums when I am dead?

Nevertheless… IN the package of the test strips thingy, there was a credit card. Nurse called the number, and they activated a “Never pay more than $15.00″ policy. How is THAT? Why even sell them for $60.00? What a bizarre policy.

Earlier, I was insulting to gypsies. My bad. Show me your deviled eggs and dice games, and your wheel of destiny. I will play along.

 

 SomaCow 379: A Douche With The Basterds [58:41m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

Originally projected at SomaCow.com

Geoff went to the movies this week, the first time since before Rowan was born! He saw Inglorious Basterds, most of it at least. It isn’t that he missed the movie because of the subtitles, no, he decided to show someone else in the theatre who the true bastard was!

Speaking of subtitles, what is the hang up with them? OK, on the big screen it might be hard to take it all in if you are in the first row, but normally your eyes should be able to take in a whole screen and some of the things around it! Otherwise, please get your eyes checked as you are missing some peripheral vision.

I prefer subtitles way over dubbing. If you ever want to see what I mean, play subtitles with the dubbing and you’ll see what you’re missing.

So between movies, the movie Inglorious Basterds, and douches in the Basterds’ theatre, the guys put out yet another great hour of SomaCow!

On the main page of the site, check out OPP (Other People’s Podcasts) and Orlando Podcasts, there’s some good shit there.

 

 SomaCow 375: Sweet Talk [59:12m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

Originally presented in a thin candy shell at SomaCow.com

In this hour, we talk about candy.
A whole freaking lot.

I am sort of embarrassed how much we talked about candy.

See you on Friday in the Ustream!