By the power vested in it by the…diabetics of the country, or, um, something, the American Diabetes Association has claimed November as [cue inspirational music] American Diabetes Month!
Diabetes Month marks the launch of the ADA’s national movement to Stop Diabetes, in which it ask us to help it confront, fight, and most importantly, stop diabetes. Clearly, this is a just a noble cause, one that I am completely behind.
But I propose, in addition to supporting the ADA’s mission, that we use November to celebrate diabetes. Like, with hats and songs and dances. Don’t get me wrong–diabetes sucks. Its lasting health effects can be devastating, and it’s spreading like wildfire. But until that cure is found, it’s here, we deal with it every day (or know someone who deals with it every day), so let’s use it as a reason to party.
My Diabetes Month celebration will consist of three parts.
1) A serious goal. Keep my sugars in check so my next A1c test in December is where it should be.
2) A prolific goal. Write more often on this damn thing. Seriously, there are so many ways to make being diabetic humorous (am I right, or am I right?), I really have no excuse for the sparse updating.
3) A decorative goal. What better way to celebrate Diabetes Month than to bedazzle (or…decorate in some way, possibly involving puffy paints) those things I see daily that remind me I’m diabetic: my pump and my glucose monitor. That way, every time I unzip that black fabric case and ready myself to squeeze blood out of my fingertip, my day will get a little bit brighter.
Wilford Brimley’s celebration will presumably consist of wearing a custom party hat and maintaining a grave facial expression.
Ain't no party like a Brimley par-tay.
How will YOU celebrate Diabetes Month? (Sidenote: humans with perfectly normal functioning pancreases are encouraged to participate as well!)
punch you in the diabetes 
hahaha I find it so appropriate that national diabetes month comes after halloween.
a) I’m kind of totally stalking you, since I’m always the first to comment. b) And I guess this means you probably shouldn’t come to my house for dinner any time soon, if you want to keep those sugars in check. c) you should totally glitter up everything, a la Paris Hilton and her sidekick, circa like 2006.
I’ll offer you a snack during walks and you get passy-outty. While wearing a celebratory hat and a grave expression.