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diabetes is one word, but covers two diseases. when people mention “diabetes” they’re most likely talking about type 2 diabetes. type 2 diabetes usually develops in people because of the way they choose to live their lives – but type 1 diabetes is an autoimmune disease in which the body attacks and kills off its own insulin producing cells. in fact, most people with type 1 diabetes prefer to call it “type 1” or “T1D” to differentiate themselves from others whose diabetes developed because of their lifestyle choices. people who have T1D have to regulate their blood sugar by injecting insulin into their bodies. insulin is a hormone that allows the body to metabolize glucose. to inject insulin, they can use a syringe or insulin pen (looks like a large pen with a needle. it has a multi-dose cartridge with selectable dose amounts), or a small insulin pump (about the size of a pager) they can wear 24 hours a day that feeds a pre-programmed amount of insulin through a cannula (small tube with a needle) into the subcutaneous space (under the skin) somewhere in the body. there are 5 or 6 things that affect blood sugar and we can only measure two of them, so regulating blood sugar is a delicate 24/7 balancing act that can’t be taken lightly – but that doesn’t mean it has to slow you down…
in 1983 bill carlson was the first person with T1D to finish the ironman triathlon. ever since he’s inspired others with T1D to turn stumbling blocks into stepping stones. here are some pictures i shot in san diego of a crew of triathletes and friends who have T1D who were training for an upcoming race.
legend has it that blackbeard, stede bonnet and the likes would hang in the marshes of north carolina waiting to attack ships. if the merchant ships were lucky enough to see the top sail of a pirate ship peeking over the tops of the live oak trees, they’d hightail it to safety. i spent a lot of time at topsail beach as a kid during the summers. never saw any pirates, but i got ambushed by an angry crab one time. i was walking in a foot or so of water and it locked onto my toe; i screamed like a girl, flung my foot out of the water and ol’ captain pinchy fingers went flying through the air as i hightailed it back to mama and cried. oh, by the way — topsail isn’t pronounced “top-sail.” it’s “tops’l.” if you go there and call it “top-sail” the locals will roll their eyes and think you’re an idiot as they gladly accept your yankee dollars.
there’s no such thing as grand central station. a station is some dinky joint where trains stop and then pass through. grand central is not a station, it’s a terminal. all train lines terminate at grand central cause this is new york effin city.