When I first started writing this blog post, I was going to write this semi-controversial post about how I think it's wrong that all these LDS people are going to see American Sniper, when they are clearly crossing a line that the Church has set. But as I've been writing, my post has evolved, and my anger has disintegrated. And I'm realizing that I'm at just as guilty as these people seeing the movie, even though I don't watch R rated movies.
Here's why. Everyone sins. I learned something from one of the many men my mom has dated. I can't remember which one, but I do remember our discussion about sinning. What he said was that in the LDS church, it's just "pick-a-sin, pick-a-sin." Everyone sins, but in different ways. And some commandment or guideline from the church that may be very important to me, might not be a big deal to someone else. And I think this is what I'm discovering with rated R movies.
Here's an example of what I'm trying to explain with this "pick-a-sin" thing. A while ago we had dinner with some friends on a Sunday. Everyone at the party was LDS. We all had a different food assignment to bring. We show up to the party and there's a few fresh Carl's Jr. bags on the table. (You're probably thinking the same thing I was right? Why is there fast food here, on a Sunday, and we're all LDS....) It's pretty standard that LDS people don't go out and shop on Sunday. ANYWHO, So the friend who bought the fast food, explained himself and said, "Well I had to go do my home teaching before I came, so I didn't have time to make anything. So I just stopped by Carl's Jr. real fast." At first, I had to chuckle, because it's just like...an oxymoron. You went and did your home teaching, and then bought something at Carl's Jr on Sunday?
But then I learned something from this friend when I realized this is a perfect example of "pick-a-sin"
Maybe this friend of ours has gained a strong testimony of home teaching and the importance of it, and is a faithful home teacher, but doesn't have the same conviction about not shopping on Sunday. Where in the same room there could be someone thinking, "GASP!! He went and bought Carl's Jr on a Sunday?!?! WHAT A BLATANT SIN!!! That's TERRIBLE!!!", yet that same person hasn't gone home teaching in a year.
and I can think of a million other times in my life when I've seen someone sin, and that particular commandment is very important to me and I totally judge them for it, yet I'm committing just as grave a sin, my sins just look a little different (cough...judging them...cough).
We're all just trying to do our best. And just because someone else's sinning looks a little bit different than ours, doesn't mean we have to judge them for it.
Okay, I totally was NOT going for a "don't judge others and stay out other people's business" soap box here, and that's what it's turning into, so I'm gonna stop right there.
But I still am going to tell you why I'm not going to see American Sniper.
First of all, I think the reason each person thinks different guidelines and commandments are important is largely because of how they were raised and what was prioritized in their house growing up. And watching R rated movies was just something we didn't do in my house. I was taught my whole life that R rated movies are bad and we shouldn't watch them. And down to my very core I am a rule follower- so obviously I believe that too.
The second reason I'm not going to see it is because I feel like if something is so blatantly spelled out for us in the church, I want to follow it. And not watching R rated movies is very blatantly spelled out.
The third reason is because I'm trying to bring only things that will uplift me into my life. Things that will change me to be a better person. (as I'm typing this I'm realizing just how many things I do on a regular basis that don't necessarily make me a better person, but I do them without a second thought. Pick-a-sin, pick-a-sin). but I know that watching American Sniper is not going to make me a better person. It is not going to change my life for the better. It is just a fad (And don't try and tell me it will make my life better. I've had this argument already. Maybe it'll change my views about war and how horrible it is, but I don't necessarily think that's making my life better). There are so many times when I'm watching one of my favorite shows (mostly New Girl and The Mindy Project) and the episode is just down right inappropriate, and part of me wants to keep watching it SO BAD, and I'm having this total inner war with myself- like the good angel on one side and the devil on the other side, and I always ask myself the same thing: "Will it really make THAT much of a difference in my life if I don't finish this episode."
And I reach down deep in myself and look at the point of this life and realize that if I don't know what happens at the end of the episode, it's not going matter 5 years down the road. Usually the only reason I can come up with as to why I should keep watching it is because I will want to talk about it with the friends who also watch that show. Which, obviously isn't a very good reason, so the good angel wins and I turn it off, (sometimes begrudgingly).
And that is what I think people should ask themselves about watching American Sniper. Will it really make THAT much of a difference in your life if you don't watch it? Five years down the road are you gonna say, "Man, my life would be SO much better right now if I had watched American Sniper."
No! You're not going to say that! But it might make a difference to your kids when you're teaching them about choosing the right, and you tell them a story about an R rated movie you REALLY wanted to see, but decided not to.
Now that I've given you the speech I gave Sam about why he shouldn't see it....the point is, well...I don't even know what the point is anymore. This blog post has literally flipped a 180 while I was writing it, and is COMPLETELY not what I was planning on writing about.
So I guess I'll just stop here :)
Thanks for listening to my rant.
Do or don't see American Sniper, let me know if either makes you a better person.
27 January 2015
My love/hate relationship with diabetes
I'm just discovering diabetes is not all it's cracked up to be.
Call me crazy or don't believe me, but when I first got diabetes, I was excited. It made me more unique and it made me more like my brother, Jared- the two things I strived to be on a daily basis. Up until I got married, I enjoyed having diabetes. I would see a random (but cute) boy walking past my group of friends and I'd shout out "Wanna give me a shot??" Holding a syringe. It worked every time :)
...I'll just go hang my head in shame.
Looking back, I feel like I was the biggest idiot. I remember telling someone (and I'm embarrassed to even admit this out loud), "if they invented a cure for diabetes, I don't know if I'd take it. I like having diabetes too much."
Like...are you kidding me? I can't believe those words ever came out of my mouth.
But honestly I just loved letting other people give me shots. The following situation is one that happened HUNDREDS of times: I would be hanging out with a person I barely knew and pull out a needle. They'd freak out and be like "WHAT?!!?!" and then I'd ask them if they wanted to give me a shot. Most the time the answer was yes, then I'd give them a quick run down of how to give me a shot, and they, and everyone around them, would be freaking out, and all the while I would remain this cool calm collected cat- unafraid of needles. Then usually follow up questions would come and I would get to briefly educate them about diabetes. More than a handful of times I had people come up to me at UVU and be like "I gave you a shot once!!" and I literally have no recollection of ever meeting them.
I liked this for several reasons. It wasn't something people were around every day. It made me unique. It gave people an opportunity to do something they'd probably never otherwise get to do. The rest of the world is afraid of needles, but I'm not (at least diabetes needles). I loved seeing everyone's reactions; some would freak out, others would be super stoked. And it always put me in a situation where I knew more about something than they did, and I got to teach them about it. But typing this all out, I'm realizing that all of this boils down to one thing (which I honestly didn't even realize until just this moment).....
I liked the attention.
It's honestly not anything more than that. I like attention, and diabetes is a sure fire way to get everyone's eyes on me. (Again, more shame and head-hanging).
Okay...I honestly was not writing this blog post to tell the world how much I like attention and my dirty tricks to get it. I am honestly just realizing I did all of this for attention as I'm typing it.
NOW, back to the point of my blog post. So yeah, diabetes was super fun to have when I was single. It was a social thing. But now that I'm married and not hanging out with a different group of people every night, the glitter has faded (...is that a thing that people say?) Like...all the things that once were exciting about it are gone and the real stuff has set in.
I'm realizing that I need to take diabetes much more seriously and realizing all the hard things that come with taking it more seriously.
People used to always ask me why I don't have a pump and I'd tell them needles were too much fun, and I'd probably get a pump when I got married, because I'll need one for when I want to have kids. So now here I am, married, and I did get a pump just like I always told people I would.
I know what you're thinking...
THIS IS NOT A PREGNANCY ANNOUNCEMENT. Or even a, "we're trying" announcement, or even a "we're thinking about trying" announcement. This is an "I'm starting the long road to get to where I need to be in relation to control with my diabetes so that I can think about thinking about having kids in like two years" announcement :)
Because for me, it's not just like "oh we're ready to have kids now! Let's start trying!" situation. I have to get my A1c in mighty fine good control, which is gonna be a long road I think. I don't know alllll the details about being pregnant and having diabetes, but I know it's very risky. For me and the baby. One of my doctors told me once that a good target range for your blood glucose (BG) to be is 100-120, unless you're pregnant, then you'd want your target range to be 80-100. Which kinda freaked me out because like....being above 120 isn't even that bad to me. Like if I'm 150, I'm not like "ahhh! it's the end of the world! My BG is SOOO high!!" So not being able to be above 100?!?! That's tough. I and know that doesn't mean my BG can't ever ever ever go above 100 or my baby will die, but that's kind of how I feel. I just know that every time my BG accidentally spikes when I'm pregnant, I feel like it's gonna increase the chances that my baby will have problems. If there's something wrong with my baby, it's completely MY fault. It's because I didn't take good enough care of my diabetes while I was pregnant.
Okay, whoa. That got deep. This honestly wasn't gonna be a post about why we're not having kids right now either. Goodness, I'm having trouble making it full circle here.
So what I'm trying to say is that diabetes is hard. I never really thought of it as a trial, but it definitely is one. I find myself wishing more and more that I didn't have diabetes (which is literally something I had NEVER said two years ago). And my diabetes care up until this point has been so laxed (my computer is telling me this isn't a real word, but I feel like it is. Like relaxed- but just laxed.)
But ya know, casual. informal, low-pressure, not taken very seriously. And now that all the fun stuff has faded, I'm realizing it's just hard, and not fun. And I need to be taking a much more forward stance on my care, not just like a quick thing I take care of on the side, but actually center my life around it kind of. And I'm actually looking forward to the future when pumps and continuous glucose monitors and all the other technology get so good that I don't have be so worried about it.
Anyways, it's been a weird ride I've been on, going from loving diabetes to now having the same perspective the rest of the world has- that it sucks. And I feel like I just needed to process all these emotions I'm having. And this blog is a place where the things I wish would come up in common conversation do, so here are my recent thoughts on diabetes.
I know for most people diabetes is not "cracked up" at all, but I feel like for me, for the past 7 years it has been, And now every time I get overwhelmed with diabetes, the only way I can describe it is that...
diabetes isn't what it's all cracked up to be.
Call me crazy or don't believe me, but when I first got diabetes, I was excited. It made me more unique and it made me more like my brother, Jared- the two things I strived to be on a daily basis. Up until I got married, I enjoyed having diabetes. I would see a random (but cute) boy walking past my group of friends and I'd shout out "Wanna give me a shot??" Holding a syringe. It worked every time :)
...I'll just go hang my head in shame.
Looking back, I feel like I was the biggest idiot. I remember telling someone (and I'm embarrassed to even admit this out loud), "if they invented a cure for diabetes, I don't know if I'd take it. I like having diabetes too much."
Like...are you kidding me? I can't believe those words ever came out of my mouth.
But honestly I just loved letting other people give me shots. The following situation is one that happened HUNDREDS of times: I would be hanging out with a person I barely knew and pull out a needle. They'd freak out and be like "WHAT?!!?!" and then I'd ask them if they wanted to give me a shot. Most the time the answer was yes, then I'd give them a quick run down of how to give me a shot, and they, and everyone around them, would be freaking out, and all the while I would remain this cool calm collected cat- unafraid of needles. Then usually follow up questions would come and I would get to briefly educate them about diabetes. More than a handful of times I had people come up to me at UVU and be like "I gave you a shot once!!" and I literally have no recollection of ever meeting them.
I liked this for several reasons. It wasn't something people were around every day. It made me unique. It gave people an opportunity to do something they'd probably never otherwise get to do. The rest of the world is afraid of needles, but I'm not (at least diabetes needles). I loved seeing everyone's reactions; some would freak out, others would be super stoked. And it always put me in a situation where I knew more about something than they did, and I got to teach them about it. But typing this all out, I'm realizing that all of this boils down to one thing (which I honestly didn't even realize until just this moment).....
I liked the attention.
It's honestly not anything more than that. I like attention, and diabetes is a sure fire way to get everyone's eyes on me. (Again, more shame and head-hanging).
Okay...I honestly was not writing this blog post to tell the world how much I like attention and my dirty tricks to get it. I am honestly just realizing I did all of this for attention as I'm typing it.
NOW, back to the point of my blog post. So yeah, diabetes was super fun to have when I was single. It was a social thing. But now that I'm married and not hanging out with a different group of people every night, the glitter has faded (...is that a thing that people say?) Like...all the things that once were exciting about it are gone and the real stuff has set in.
I'm realizing that I need to take diabetes much more seriously and realizing all the hard things that come with taking it more seriously.
People used to always ask me why I don't have a pump and I'd tell them needles were too much fun, and I'd probably get a pump when I got married, because I'll need one for when I want to have kids. So now here I am, married, and I did get a pump just like I always told people I would.
I know what you're thinking...
THIS IS NOT A PREGNANCY ANNOUNCEMENT. Or even a, "we're trying" announcement, or even a "we're thinking about trying" announcement. This is an "I'm starting the long road to get to where I need to be in relation to control with my diabetes so that I can think about thinking about having kids in like two years" announcement :)
Because for me, it's not just like "oh we're ready to have kids now! Let's start trying!" situation. I have to get my A1c in mighty fine good control, which is gonna be a long road I think. I don't know alllll the details about being pregnant and having diabetes, but I know it's very risky. For me and the baby. One of my doctors told me once that a good target range for your blood glucose (BG) to be is 100-120, unless you're pregnant, then you'd want your target range to be 80-100. Which kinda freaked me out because like....being above 120 isn't even that bad to me. Like if I'm 150, I'm not like "ahhh! it's the end of the world! My BG is SOOO high!!" So not being able to be above 100?!?! That's tough. I and know that doesn't mean my BG can't ever ever ever go above 100 or my baby will die, but that's kind of how I feel. I just know that every time my BG accidentally spikes when I'm pregnant, I feel like it's gonna increase the chances that my baby will have problems. If there's something wrong with my baby, it's completely MY fault. It's because I didn't take good enough care of my diabetes while I was pregnant.
Okay, whoa. That got deep. This honestly wasn't gonna be a post about why we're not having kids right now either. Goodness, I'm having trouble making it full circle here.
So what I'm trying to say is that diabetes is hard. I never really thought of it as a trial, but it definitely is one. I find myself wishing more and more that I didn't have diabetes (which is literally something I had NEVER said two years ago). And my diabetes care up until this point has been so laxed (my computer is telling me this isn't a real word, but I feel like it is. Like relaxed- but just laxed.)
But ya know, casual. informal, low-pressure, not taken very seriously. And now that all the fun stuff has faded, I'm realizing it's just hard, and not fun. And I need to be taking a much more forward stance on my care, not just like a quick thing I take care of on the side, but actually center my life around it kind of. And I'm actually looking forward to the future when pumps and continuous glucose monitors and all the other technology get so good that I don't have be so worried about it.
Anyways, it's been a weird ride I've been on, going from loving diabetes to now having the same perspective the rest of the world has- that it sucks. And I feel like I just needed to process all these emotions I'm having. And this blog is a place where the things I wish would come up in common conversation do, so here are my recent thoughts on diabetes.
I know for most people diabetes is not "cracked up" at all, but I feel like for me, for the past 7 years it has been, And now every time I get overwhelmed with diabetes, the only way I can describe it is that...
diabetes isn't what it's all cracked up to be.
14 January 2014
Interviewer Ettiquette
So....some of you may know, but I have a lot of job interviewing experience. For the past 9 months I have been employed as a job coach. With that being said, I accompany my clients to, on average, two job interviews a week. Do that math, that's about job 90 interviews in the past 9 months. Then you have to add all the interviews I've done for myself throughout my life, and the number is probably about 140 or so....(I actually have no idea how many job interviews I've gone to in my life, but 50 seems like a good number.)
Dang it. Actually doing the math doesn't have quite the effect I wanted it to. But try adding up how many interviews you've probably been to in your life?? Then I think you'll see how big my number actually really is :)
Anyways, I'm job searching for a full time job (because my job as a job coach is only part time) and going to interviews this time around has made me realize something. And this "something" most definitely does not come up in everyday conversation, so I wanted to write about it on here.
At every interview, at some point, the interviewer says something along the lines of...
"Well I have a few more interviews.....so I'll get back to you next week"
"I'm doing interviews all day today...."
"I've interviewed several people already and have some more tomorrow...."
(Unless you're the rare case that gets the job offered on the spot. Which I've seen three times in my job interview existence.)
I obviously know they're conducting interviews because their previous interviewee was walking out when I walked in and because their next interviewee is waiting in the lobby when I leave.
I never thought anything of that line until recently.
I went to a job interview with Utah First Credit Union. I was impressed by a lot things I saw/experienced during the interview process (I had three interviews with them), but the thing that impressed me the most was that never ONCE did they say anything about interviewing anyone else.
...I saw one of their next interviewees waiting in the lobby when I left, so I know they were interviewing other people, but other than that, it was like it was this big secret they were trying to keep from me.
But I actually appreciated it. It made me feel special, like they valued me as an interviewee so much they were afraid to tell me they were interviewing other people. Like they were afraid I, the person jumping through hoops to get the job, would walk away if I found out they were interviewing other people.
And it also made me have more respect for their company.
This probably seems weird, and most people conducting interviews don't think any thing of it, and I certainly didn't until I experienced the opposite. But it was just so classy of them. I really appreciated it.
So I decided that if I'm ever the one conducting the interviews, I won't feed that line to anyone.
12 April 2013
Cool stuff..
So....I just had the coolest thing happen to me. And I have to take a break from my non stop studying to blog about it. It wasn't even like anything huge, it was actually kind of tiny, but it definitely made my day. It brought new meaning to the phrase "Little things mean a lot". This story may or may not be super long (I dunno yet, I haven't typed it) but if you get to the end I promise it'll make you smile. Hopefully.
Pre-story:
So I had a work meeting at 9 this morning in Salt Lake. Me and three co-workers (also friends) were driving up together. Melissa was driving and picked me up at my house because we live like 30 seconds away from each other. I had class at 11am and on our way back I didn't have enough time to go get my car, then drive back to the school, so I just had Melissa drop me off at school because we also have our last class together so I figured she could give me a ride home after class (because again, we live super close to each other). So class gets out at 4pm and both of us completely space that I need a ride home. I had a meeting with a teacher after class that I had forgotten about and Melissa just left. So at like 4:30 I'm just realizing that I have no way to get home. I call Sam because I know he's studying at the testing center and ask him when he'll be done taking his test. He's not sure but sometime between 8 and 9. I'm like "okay....that'll be good for me because I can just stay here and do homework while I wait for you to be done, then you can give me a ride home."
Fast forward a couple hours:
So here I am at school...it's about 6:45pm and I'm just up on the 4th floor of the library typing my life away and a few things dawn on me.
First, I haven't eaten since breakfast...and I'm starving
Second, all the food places at probably school are closed by now.
Third, I have no cash or change with me to buy something out of a vending machine
Realizing I'm going to be in a predicament, I hurry down to the bottom level of the library to see if the food place down there is closed (all the while, leaving all my school stuff and laptop unattended on the 4th floor). The food place is closed. Dang it. I start walking down the hall to Jamba Juice and that little cafe place across from Jamba to see if they're open (still worrying about my stuff unattended on the 4th floor and getting hungrier). They're both closed. Suck.
Then I realize that I've seen some drink vending machines on campus that take cards, so I start looking at all the vending machines to see if I can find a food one that take cards. Of course I can't. I count the change in my wallet and it's like 30 cents and some pennies. I even check the vending machines to see if there's anything that cheap in there. There's not.
So I decide that if a drink is the only thing I can buy with my card, a drink is better than nothing.
THIS IS WHERE IT GETS GOOD
I go swipe my card at the drink vending machine and nothing happens. So I swipe it again and the screen says "Vending cancelled. Coin return" or something along those lines. I can't remember.
guess what happens next....
A DOLLAR AND FIFTEEN CENTS COMES OUT!!!!!!!!
I gasped and said aloud, "are you kidding me?!?!" Then chuckled to myself as I took the money and skipped over to the food machine.
Side note: it took me a really long time to decide what the most filling thing in the vending machine would be that I could afford.
As I was walking back up to the 4th floor (luckily we live in Utah Valley and none of my things were touched) I said a little prayer to thank Heavenly Father for watching over me even when I'm just hungry and stuck at the school for another two hours. And to let the person know that lost their $1.15 earlier today that it went to a good cause :)
The end.
Pre-story:
So I had a work meeting at 9 this morning in Salt Lake. Me and three co-workers (also friends) were driving up together. Melissa was driving and picked me up at my house because we live like 30 seconds away from each other. I had class at 11am and on our way back I didn't have enough time to go get my car, then drive back to the school, so I just had Melissa drop me off at school because we also have our last class together so I figured she could give me a ride home after class (because again, we live super close to each other). So class gets out at 4pm and both of us completely space that I need a ride home. I had a meeting with a teacher after class that I had forgotten about and Melissa just left. So at like 4:30 I'm just realizing that I have no way to get home. I call Sam because I know he's studying at the testing center and ask him when he'll be done taking his test. He's not sure but sometime between 8 and 9. I'm like "okay....that'll be good for me because I can just stay here and do homework while I wait for you to be done, then you can give me a ride home."
Fast forward a couple hours:
So here I am at school...it's about 6:45pm and I'm just up on the 4th floor of the library typing my life away and a few things dawn on me.
First, I haven't eaten since breakfast...and I'm starving
Second, all the food places at probably school are closed by now.
Third, I have no cash or change with me to buy something out of a vending machine
Realizing I'm going to be in a predicament, I hurry down to the bottom level of the library to see if the food place down there is closed (all the while, leaving all my school stuff and laptop unattended on the 4th floor). The food place is closed. Dang it. I start walking down the hall to Jamba Juice and that little cafe place across from Jamba to see if they're open (still worrying about my stuff unattended on the 4th floor and getting hungrier). They're both closed. Suck.
Then I realize that I've seen some drink vending machines on campus that take cards, so I start looking at all the vending machines to see if I can find a food one that take cards. Of course I can't. I count the change in my wallet and it's like 30 cents and some pennies. I even check the vending machines to see if there's anything that cheap in there. There's not.
So I decide that if a drink is the only thing I can buy with my card, a drink is better than nothing.
THIS IS WHERE IT GETS GOOD
I go swipe my card at the drink vending machine and nothing happens. So I swipe it again and the screen says "Vending cancelled. Coin return" or something along those lines. I can't remember.
guess what happens next....
A DOLLAR AND FIFTEEN CENTS COMES OUT!!!!!!!!
I gasped and said aloud, "are you kidding me?!?!" Then chuckled to myself as I took the money and skipped over to the food machine.
Side note: it took me a really long time to decide what the most filling thing in the vending machine would be that I could afford.
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| I decided on poptarts. |
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| That's my beautiful poptart and the 15 cents I had left over |
The end.
11 November 2012
TOO HIPSTER TO LIVE
So, on the first day of school this year I invited a game. It's called
Too Hispster To Live.
When I see someone who is waaaaay too hipster, they die. Simple as that.
It's pretty fun to play. Tonight my friend Nicole found this gem....
Guess I'm not the only one who thinks that.
30 May 2012
22 more things I believe...
1. Kissing on a first date is never a good idea
2. Girls have two ladders, boys have one (if you don't understand, go here)
3. UVU students shouldn't wear BYU stuff to school
4. A whole stick of gum is too much
5. The correct term for a rubber scraper is a 'kid cheater'...because it cheats the kids out of licking the bowl
6. Traffic in Provo is ALWAYS worse on Fridays
7. Guys should not be allowed to live in a house together...for sanitation reasons
8. Throwing your gum on the ground is bad
9. It's pointless to be friends with an ex in the long run
10. Everyone is deceivingly happy
11. Productivity creates happiness
12. Sun is better than snow
13. There are universal right and wrongs
14. There are 5 love languages
15. You can drink more room temperature water than cold water
16. Life is full of shots..get used to them
17. All those photos people pass around on facebook with the heart touching stories...are fake
18. Love makes people do crazy things
19. People are only attentive to the time expectation they have
20. Starting a movie you've never seen to fall asleep to is a bad idea...you most likely won't fall asleep
21. Everyone can benefit from going to a counselor
22. Dust busters are FAR more useful than people give them credit for
2. Girls have two ladders, boys have one (if you don't understand, go here)
3. UVU students shouldn't wear BYU stuff to school
4. A whole stick of gum is too much
5. The correct term for a rubber scraper is a 'kid cheater'...because it cheats the kids out of licking the bowl
6. Traffic in Provo is ALWAYS worse on Fridays
7. Guys should not be allowed to live in a house together...for sanitation reasons
8. Throwing your gum on the ground is bad
9. It's pointless to be friends with an ex in the long run
10. Everyone is deceivingly happy
11. Productivity creates happiness
12. Sun is better than snow
13. There are universal right and wrongs
14. There are 5 love languages
15. You can drink more room temperature water than cold water
16. Life is full of shots..get used to them
17. All those photos people pass around on facebook with the heart touching stories...are fake
18. Love makes people do crazy things
19. People are only attentive to the time expectation they have
20. Starting a movie you've never seen to fall asleep to is a bad idea...you most likely won't fall asleep
21. Everyone can benefit from going to a counselor
22. Dust busters are FAR more useful than people give them credit for
17 April 2012
Life Advice
So here's what I've concluded about life...It's full of shots. They're inevitable. Yet so many people go about their whole lives being afraid of them. So my advice is to suck it up and take it like a {wo}man. Because you'll have to experience it many more times in your life. Diabetes aside, I honestly have to get at least 2 shots a month (like big ones from the doctor). It ridiculous. And I'm a little bit emotionally traumatized every time, but I know it's just going to happen again and again...and again, so I never complain.
I used to be the kid in the health department who was screaming bloody murder and crying like their brother just cut off their favorite barbies' hair because they needed their blankie out of the car to comfort them while they get a flu shot. Have you ever had a flu shot? THEY DON'T HURT. At all.
Anyways, 2 specific events in my life made me changes my ways.
A:
One time my mom had to get some crazy big shot in her shoulder and she wanted me in there with her to hold her hand. The needle was AT LEAST 2 inches long, but not only that, they had to wiggle it around in there for like 3 minutes!! Pure torture. But my mom stuck it out and didn't say a word even though the look on her face said she wanted to scream.
B:
Another time, my older brother, who I've always looked up to (and also has diabetes), and I were talking about how we have to get our blood drawn every 3 months for an A1c. This was when I had just barely been diagnosed and I was not happy about having to get my blood drawn. He told me he kind of likes getting his blood drawn. Of course I wanted to be like him, so I tried enjoying it too.
I still don't enjoy shots, but I also don't act like it's the end of the world. I just take it sitting down (is that a thing people say?). Because I've learned that shots will be a lot less traumatizing if you don't act like you're going to die. Because if I did throw a fit every time it happened, I would be so emotionally drained. Seriously.
I was thinking about all the times in your life when you'll have to get shots. Here's the list I came up with.
Anytime you ever want to...
-Give blood
-Have your blood tested
-Go to another country
-Go on a mission
-Have a baby
-Get a cavity
-Get bit by a dog or a raccoon...or any other type of animal. Or step on a nail.
-If you want an anesthetic (this covers a lot of different kinds of shots)
-Get a flu shot
-Go to kindergarten
-Live past the age of 10
I used to be the kid in the health department who was screaming bloody murder and crying like their brother just cut off their favorite barbies' hair because they needed their blankie out of the car to comfort them while they get a flu shot. Have you ever had a flu shot? THEY DON'T HURT. At all.
Anyways, 2 specific events in my life made me changes my ways.
A:
One time my mom had to get some crazy big shot in her shoulder and she wanted me in there with her to hold her hand. The needle was AT LEAST 2 inches long, but not only that, they had to wiggle it around in there for like 3 minutes!! Pure torture. But my mom stuck it out and didn't say a word even though the look on her face said she wanted to scream.
B:
Another time, my older brother, who I've always looked up to (and also has diabetes), and I were talking about how we have to get our blood drawn every 3 months for an A1c. This was when I had just barely been diagnosed and I was not happy about having to get my blood drawn. He told me he kind of likes getting his blood drawn. Of course I wanted to be like him, so I tried enjoying it too.
I still don't enjoy shots, but I also don't act like it's the end of the world. I just take it sitting down (is that a thing people say?). Because I've learned that shots will be a lot less traumatizing if you don't act like you're going to die. Because if I did throw a fit every time it happened, I would be so emotionally drained. Seriously.
Moral of the story:
Shots are as traumatizing as you make them. But they're also inevitable. So the less traumatizing you make them, the better off you are.
I was thinking about all the times in your life when you'll have to get shots. Here's the list I came up with.
Anytime you ever want to...
-Give blood
-Have your blood tested
-Go to another country
-Go on a mission
-Have a baby
-Get a cavity
-Get bit by a dog or a raccoon...or any other type of animal. Or step on a nail.
-If you want an anesthetic (this covers a lot of different kinds of shots)
-Get a flu shot
-Go to kindergarten
-Live past the age of 10
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