I’ve known a lot of sports columnists. There are certain truisms about them: They have strong opinions. They think they’re always right. They usually don’t think they need editors to review their work. Here’s another: A lot of them are jackasses who don’t put enough of an effort in when they write their columns.
Case in point: ESPN.com’s basketball columnist Chad Ford.
I’ve been trying to figure out how to have this conversation, but I think it’s probably best to be direct. I’m breaking up with you, Doctor. I’ve already taken steps to see someone new. And let me assure you, it’s not me, it’s you.
The 2014 FIFA World Cup kicks off in just under two weeks, on June 12, and I can’t wait for the action to begin. The U.S., playing in this tourney’s Group of Death©, starts play Monday, June 16, against Ghana.
I’ve read a lot of commentary that says the U.S. don’t have a chance this year and will go out, possibly without a win (or a goal, as Jozy Altidore is on the heels of a horrid season with Sunderland). Me? I have different ideas.
I made a mistake late last week: I got comfortable with the way I was feeling.
Every once in a while, I get a sense of complacency with how I’m caring for myself; I mistakenly think things are under control, and they’ll stay that way. Usually, just a couple days after having this feeling, my faulty pancreas senses this and colludes with my liver to say “You’re not in control!” and knock me on my ass.
I’m still new to the pump/CGM way of life, so I’m looking forward to learning some new hacks to help deal with my condition, and to take some of the stresses away from my daily life.
The hacks I’ve been using have been covered ad nauseam, and the major hack I learned about recently has been written about. (I’m referring to disconnecting on take off and landing when traveling, and purging the line and reservoir of air bubbles caused by changes in cabin pressure. You know, what I wrote about here.)
There is one hack that’s non-dosage-related that I’ve been using, though, to keep my CGM sensor from tugging on my clothes and getting pulled out.