Things I will never understand…

How doesn’t a doctor want a patient to test at least twice a week, if the patient is supposedly borderline diabetic? There isn’t such a thing, you either are or are not. Doctors should listen to patients, and if they want a meter, give them the prescription! Most insurances will cover the cost.

If someone claims to be type 1 diabetic, how come they say they don’t use insulin? Is there such a thing as a non-insulin dependent type 1 diabetic? Someone, please, enlighten me.

And what is the minimum times per day a type 1 diabetic patient needs to test? I don’t get Medicare standards sometimes.

Oh, the joys of working with diabetic patients. But I love my job!

Wanted: Non Commercial Radio

I can’t listen to the radio… I just can’t. I know there are some decent enough stations in the area, but commercial radio drives me insane. If it’s not the ad invasion, it’s the stupid talk show people who get frankly annoying. And then they take every single good song and overplay it until you just want to grab the singer by the hair and throw them into the nothingness. That song “Love Song” by Sara Bareilles? Yeah that one… that I liked so much… I want to destroy the piano in the intro and scream banshee.

And yes, I know there are CD’s and MP3′s and XM radio. But I just wanted to vent. I’ve had enough of Rocket and Theresa in the morning.

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The Way I See the U.S.A.

When I moved to North America almost 10 years ago, I knew things were going to be A LOT different than in Colombia. The Canadian lifestyle clashed against my habits and beliefs more than once, but the country is laid-back enough for me not to freak out. Yes, people over there are obsessed with work, and they talk about it in social situations, and money is a big thing, and Canada is a consumerist society. Yes, people don’t work to live, they live to work… etc. And then I had the idea that it was exactly the same in the United States. I was, oh, so very wrong.

The first thing that made me think about it, was when I watched a Michael Moore’s documentary (I don’t remember if it’s Bowling for Columbine or Fahrenheit 911) and he stated that Americans are paranoid. And while I don’t want to offend anyone, I do believe Americans do have a very peculiar personality. People here are always rushing (and I live in KC… Imagine I was in NY… I would go insane!), people never have time for anything, people use every single minute of the day doing something. It’s almost like they are on defense mode all the time. Kids go to school, and then spend the afternoon at every class you can think of. Their parents work 60 hours a week to keep up with the fast-paced society… not to mention consumption.

You must be thinking “This isn’t new, you silly woman.” and you are right, it isn’t new. But it finally hit me now that I joined the American work force. I belong to a minority that comes from a culture where people still take the time to stop and smell the roses. That lunch you have with co-workers? Make it 5 minutes longer, so you can enjoy a cafecito. Saturdays are made to be with friends and family and not stuck in an office catching up with the things you couldn’t do during the 50 hours you did during the week. You know what I mean, right?

So yes, I’ve been in the North side of the American continent, but I had never lived in the U.S.A., and now I’m starting to understand why this country is the way it is. I understand why Americans are the way they are. The sad thing is that when I try to reach a conclusion, I can only think of two words that can be the cause of the depressive malaise that affects people in this country so often: Overworked and undersexed.

That being said, I do my best to stay afloat. That is one of the reasons why I like being a latina. Even with the busy work schedule and being pooped at the end of the day, my husband I still feel like dancing and loving. Because we like to stop and smell the roses.

What About Now

I think this video will always make me cry. Daughtry’s awesome.