My life doesn't always make sense. But its always entertaining. Type1 Dia-Badass with a History degree, bow and arrow and no shame.
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To all the americans who thought i couldnt compete because i was too nice. To all those that made fun of my mannerisms and my sales technique at training. To everyone in the room that said i wouldnt make a 40% SR for at least 6 months in a country as ridiculous as Canada. How does that 56.7% SR in month two taste. How does top RSA by a factor of 4% over the next american Rookie Rsa seem now. Canadians can't compete my ass. #iamcanadian #Canadiansdoitbetter.
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What's the difference between a female farmer and Hitler's girlfriend?
One bails her hay and the other heils her bae.
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What do you call 2 monkeys that share an Amazon account?
Prime mates.
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If a child refuses to sleep during nap time...
Are they guilty of resisting a rest?
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It’s World Diabetes Day.
Which is the perfect opurtunity to take a moment to stop and thank all of you for being so great.
Because the truth is I’m not sure that I’d still be here without you.
I struggle with my diabetes, I find it difficult to be positive, remain motivated and for the longest time I felt so very alone with it all, but that changed when I launched this blog and I began interacting with so many of you going through the same struggle as me every single day. The support and understanding that I have received from the tumblr diabetic community (or Diabeauts as I call you) has been such a blessing.
You understand, you care and you’re always willing to reach out and I will forever be humbled by your kindness.
I love you all. Happy World Diabetes Day.
May your blood sugar levels be reasonable and your day pleasant.
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When I was a very small child, my mom used to bury coins in my sandbox, leave huge boot prints in the sand, and tell me pirates had come in the night and buried treasure. I would be out there happily for hours, with my little sieve, and my mom got a quiet morning to herself for the price of a handful of pennies.
I was always kind of skeptical about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy, because visiting every kid in the world did not seem reasonable. But the pirates only visited me, so they were probably real.
So that’s the story of how I ended up being an archaeologist. How about you?
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When a nonbetic asks me something diabetes related
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When there's a section on diabetes on a biology homework or test...
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When you're first diagnosed and your Endo goes over all the info you need to know
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The victory I feel when my blood sugar is in range all day
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How to Still be Cool as a Diabetic:
-Flick your needles like James Dean.
-Pose when you stab yourself like Marilyn Monroe, bonus points for emitting sexual noises.
-Maintain direct eye contact with people as you inject yourself.
-Tell people that you’re injecting small doses of kryptonite.
-Tell people that you’re injecting yourself with The Antidote and sorry, they can’t have any.
-Wear cool jackets.
-Light your lancets on fire (or maybe not idk I haven’t done it, use caution).
-Jump over a flaming school bus on a motorcycle.
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When someone starts spewing myths about diabetes
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my face when professionals well established in their fields, which I have no understanding of, start arguing:
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