If I tried to pole vault right now, I'd break every bone in my body! Oh, to be young again!
Is #3 the lie? Except for the wedding ring, the gentleman sounds too good to be true!
I'm going to say #4
I'm guessing 4 too
I'm going with #1 that last part about the diet soda seems kind of odd..
I think #3 is false.
wow, Jen, thos are all good, I'm going to say #1. I'm trying to make mine up.
Yes....going with #1 Jen!
I'll go with #4 too
Darn, I'm not a very good liar! I didn't have that incident happen, but did have an incident involving a sleepover and flames on the stove and the smoke alarm going off at 3:00 AM that it took over ten years for me to tell my parents about ... :)
Nope! #4 is TRUE! Isn't that crazy?!
So I'll come out with it: I'm sad to say that the lie I wrote was #1. Only after writing all 4 did I notice that the only positive one was the lie. I DO have true stories that are positive, too (but they didn't seem as interesting, I guess)
nope, the whole thing is true. I've been trying to think of these and probably have hundreds of bizzaro and entertaining and sordid stories about mainlining insulin in wierd places while whacked out of my gourd or running down trails or on my bike or in a dojang (e.g. "I almost passed out and fell into a urinal in the grocery store bathroom but then staggered out and found the lady passing out free samples of root beer floats, who glared at me when I ate 3 of them and resurrected myself...")but I have a really hard time making up fake ones...
You are correct. My fantasy-suitor -- wedding ring and all -- was too good to be true. I thought it would be fun to pretend that bolusing could be enchanting to an attractive stranger. ;0)
Yeah, her diagnosis was pretty darn odd. Unfortunately, that was a true story. It took me months of reading to figure out that I am prone to delayed-onset, post-exercise latent (PEL) hypoglycemia -- my insulin resistance drops away precipitously for a few hours about 12 to 24 hours after strenuous exercise. I had taken a long, brisk walk the day before and experienced this PEL hypoglycemia the next morning.
1. I used to measure my meat serving with a deck of cards.
2. I can walk on a balance beam with a low blood glucose.
3. I drink a 6-pack of Mountain Dew every day.
4. I love fresh fruit and would rather have it than a cookie.
Hey Marie B - #4 is an odd one, but also true. The reasoning behind requiring that camphor, glycerine, etc. be added to the French version of rubbing alcohol was that it would smell and taste nasty (like medicine) which would prevent alcoholics from abusing it and giving themselves alcohol poisoning. However, in a country where the most amazing wine is less expensive than milk or soda, I can't imagine anyone resorting to drinking rubbing alcohol! However, I think in France the alcohol used in their "massage" concoctions is pure ethyl alcohol, which is the same alcohol in "drinks" such as vodka, rather than our isopropyl alcohol.
I have said many times that the biggest mistake I made when moving to France was assuming that a Western European country would be more "like" the U.S. than "different". Boy, was I wrong!!! Everything was different, from the wall plugs, to the toilet paper (most of it pink and scented!!!), to the onions (harder, hotter, less sweet), to the dust on the windowsills (hard, black anthracite grit from years of burning coal), to the police (clusters of six to eight men and women dressed up like SWAT commandoes, head-to-toe in black, carrying machine guns -- I saw them everywhere I went, from the Metro to the public parks to just walking down the street on Île de la Cité -- it took some getting used to for someone used to our "men in blue" in small-town America.)
I expected different language, different culture, different faces and somewhat different clothing (i.e. Paris is famous for its "fashion"), I did NOT expect news-readers that dressed like porn stars showing cleavage practically to their waists (making the average male audience-member very happy, I'm sure), or street-markets in the suburbs that felt more like Algeria or Morocco than Western Europe, or elevators barely large enough for three people to stand without touching bodies, or every child and teacher having a half-day on every Wednesday, or lady attendants in the beautiful art-deco public restrooms selling everything from perfume sachets, to little vials of lipstick, to packets of mints or Kleenex and gravely escorting you to your stall after you hand her a Euro coin -- something I hadn't seen since visiting fine department stores in New Orleans with my mother back in the late 1950's.
I have encouraged other insulin-dependent diabetics to travel to Western Europe -- it was a fabulous experience and the medical care I received was world-class, VERY inexpensive and easy to acquire. I just bought Lantus at the pharmacy like a grown-up, no need for a French prescription. It was very refreshing. But do bring your own alcohol prep pads because they are no-where to be found. (Ditto peanut butter, but that's another story!!!)
Th fib is #4. I really did think it was 8am and was furious that all he clocks had changed themselves LOL. 1/2 hour later I had to change them all back! I do sometimes get way tired if I'm high, and I did have to fish my pump out of my pants leg in a huge mall parking lot. Good thing I don't embarrass easily!
As for #4 - nothing that banal ever happens to me, and I tend not to clean the house ;)
LOL -- I knew that no kid would willingly stick themselves with a needle. Four kids in my family and I worked in my dad's dental office for years -- never met a child who wouldn't blanch and/or howl at the sight of a needle.
I'm hoping that the Mountain Dew addiction is a big, fat lie?!?
I gotta guess #3 Karen! Though #2 is pretty unbelievable too.