Recovering from Thankgiving
I'm guilty. Even though I'm in
NaBloPoMo, I didn't get a chance to post yesterday.
Like most of you, I was travelling late on Wednesday. And I was changing time zones. As I got on my plane, I had to chance the time settings on my insulin pump, my
Dexcom and my blood glucose meter. One of the many joys of a diabetes geek. And when I'm travelling home on Sunday, I'll be setting them all back.
So besides the toll on my body, I guess my insulin devices will be out of sorts for a while. It could be a lot worse.
As I'm on the road, I have to keep my posts on the short side. But I'm taking a few different pictures for
diabetes365 and I'll post these with a longer update early next week.
One note for Dexcom users. The new Dexcom sensor sets off the security wand at the airport if they decide to wand you. I don't know whether it also sets off the security scan as I had several things that might be the culprit there.
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Thoughts for Thanksgiving
This is such an American holiday, and yet it's one for the world. Everyone has reasons to be thankful, even if they're not always obvious. And a holiday that revolves around family and a chance to be thankful is a great blessing.
Growing up in Ireland, we always relished Christmas. That was a time for families to get together and enjoy the
long break from work, good food and tall tales from our past.
In our case it was horror stories. Like the time my Mum was making fondue for a dinner party and I handed her bread soda instead of cornstarch. I remember the pot of fondue boiling over on the stove and the smell of burning cheese.
So it wasn't the
best of dinner parties. But it did make for a great Christmas story.
We had a stove called an Aga. As you can see from the picture it was like a range and not really a traditional way of cooking. In our kitchen we had a stool to the right of the stove where you could sit by it in the winter time and be nicely warmed.
It was definitely the focal point of our kitchen and so the kitchen was the focus of the house.
Another random Farrell story, maybe even a bit of family legend. When my sister heard that we had
chickens, she reminded me of an aunt of my mothers.
This aunt was a wonderfully colorful woman who owned a small farm on the northside of Dublin. She was a heavy smoker and when we visited her we'd often find her sitting in the kitchen beside
her Aga with a cigarette in her hand.
And on her lap would be a big red hen. As she talked she'd stroke the hen, who was clearly used to this treatment.
This is
not a family tradition we've carried over here with us. Though our Aunt Betsy certainly seemed to find it relaxing, I'm not sure whether it was the cigarette or the hen relaxing on her lap.
I wish you all safe travels for Thanksgiving and much to be thankful for.
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