I think I heard a statistic one time that 9/10 people know a person with diabetes. So, after a pretty mundane meeting on Wednesday afternoon, it's no surprise that diabetes became a topic. I was excitedly exclaiming the arrival of Constance. Not long after, other conversations about D began, including a story that had me rolling.
One engineer whose wife has diabetes, heard a story of a newly-diagnosed diabetic. While in the hospital, the nurses were teaching him how to give himself his insulin shot in an orange. After several days in the hospital, the patient's blood glucose readings were still rising. Was the insulin not working?
Finally, the nurses asked the patient to show them how he gave himself his insulin. (Can you see where this is going?) He proceeded to inject his orange with insulin, peeled the orange, and ate it.
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I was laughing so hard, tears were beginning to roll down my face. I'm not sure if the story was just that funny, to me, or if I'm over exaggerating from the lack of humor in the last few weeks. But it's true what they say, laughter is the best medicine.
Just be careful trying to swallow the plastic and metal tip.