They must be Sonic Corndogs. Their mustard is the best. Spicy, hot. Does things to me. People often stare at me in my car eating my mustard-y Corndogs. As I float off to ecstasy. God I love them.
Beck - I’ve never had a corndog. But I like Sonic’s coneys.
StG
Coneys are good. Too hard to eat in the car, I find. I already have mustard on the drivers seat. It’s messy enjoying my Corndogs the way I do. 
Yeah, they’re basically being tested “on the hoof” as it were. John Oliver did a segment about medical devices recently; I’m convinced the only reason his team won’t get a Pulitzer or ten is that they inject humor into what’s actually very serious reports.
Thing is: on one hand, it’s a bitch that there’s very little in the way of testing protocols before patients get involved (there is some, I promise; I used to work in a company where the lab next door to mine did animal testing on inhalers). On the other hand, testing them on animals wouldn’t be very helpful when part of the evaluation needs feedback that a sheep or pig simply can’t provide (pigs are smart and noisy but not really verbal). On the first foot, for this as for any other kind of medical test there are people who should get a good kick to the backside (perhaps atop a cliff, one on Costa da Morte* seems appropriate) on account of manipulating the data. And on the second foot, patients need to start keeping in mind that in medicine, “it’s new!” means “welcome to the beta”. And all together, we have the conundrum we always have with new medical anything: if the testing performed before getting to human patients shows that it works and that it doesn’t appear worse than the alternative, how many “human testing” do we do before we actually start using it, how do we weigh the potential risks of untested medical anything vs their potential benefits?
- Galego, Coast of Death. Kind of looks like a pocket version of Norway’s coast, with lots of small fjords and lots of cliffs. Very pretty and very deadly.
What did y’all do before cel phones? Or were there land lines back then? That’s crazy.
As others have said, glad you’re alive and well, at least for now.
No joke. This has literally happened to me.
Never were any landlines. Wasn’t electric poles til I bought them and put them up. Yes, I own 134 electric poles. There have been cel phones for as long as we’ve lived here. Not nearly as good as they are now. We spent lots of time incommunicado. I currently can’t make a voice call on any cel phone, unless i climb a tree, literally. Really. Not kidding at all. Internet service has just been available to me in the last 5 or 6 years with Hughes net. It’s the boonies, folks. No one out here but me and the chickens, so to speak.
Yay on the better numbers, but this post concerns me, Beck. As we now know, when you’re in diabetic crisis, you’re unable to text, which means you can’t get help. And I don’t think people can get help by texting 911. I know you love (most things about) your secluded paradise, but this can’t be one of them. I’ve lived in remote parts of Wyoming. I know that even if you had phone service, it’d take for an eternity for an ambulance to get to you (or Mr. Wrekker). But living in remote parts AND not having phone service -yikes!!!
This is why I have a Nazi DIL. I handpicked her for Son-of-a-wrek to marry:D
I kid. Calling 911 is not a real option. For one thing, I’m on the county line. It’s not clear who would respond. 2nd; my county road # is the same number as a state highway across the county from me. You just know they’d screw up and go the wrong way. DIL has set up a Wi-Fi enabled voice calling thing. She has hopes it will help, in future. I have a panic button that rings on her landline. I have a dedicated cel for her and a diabetic nurse. And of course my CGM.
It’s a crapshhoot any way you look at it.
And to top it off, I slept-walked last night. I woke up in a bedroom closet. I had been down stairs. Time to reset the exterior door alarms.
Mr.Wrekker comes in today. For a spell. I won’t be alone for awhile (ugh)
I applaud all those steps taken to assure you can get help when needed. I guess I’m alarmed by the close calls you’ve had lately. And I’m decidedly wimpy about not living close enough to emergency services: when I lived a mile from my nearest neighbor, had no cell reception, and was a 30-minute ride to the nearest (small) hospital, my son was little and had severe asthma. I insisted we trade gorgeous scenery and quiet for proximity to medical care. Had I been a pioneer, I’d have caught the first wagon heading east.
But I hope while YOU’RE not clear who’d respond, the first-responders are. If, God forbid, your house was on fire, and assuming your DIL or someone could call 911, would one county bicker with the other instead of heading out to your place? :eek:
No fire service would not come here unless the fire infringed on the stateland that borders ours. Can’t get fire insurance. Well, I’ll qualify that, can’t get fire insurance that anyone can/will pay for.
When ‘dropzone’ called the sheriffs office, the other time, they would’ve never came if one of the deputies hadn’t recognized the name and called my Sons house. Mr.Wrekker and Son know alot of law enforcement types.
I really don’t feel unsafe though. I don’t know why.
And of course, the snakes.
Which would have been cheaper–134 poles or solar panels, powerwall and a generator?
Do you have your phones set for wifi calling? That would work in the house, and eliminate having to climb a tree…
We have Solar panels and a generator. We were forced to hook up to the Electric coop, and buy the poles. We fought it.
We just recently set up Wi-Fi phone service. My Wi-Fi hasn’t always be as reliable as it is now. Hughesnet has changed my life. Aren’t you glad? If not for them there would be no beckdawrek on da Dope;)
Not yet. She’s only been at the Type 1 game for a few months now. Her daddy is a tech-nut guy, and wants her to have a pump so bad he can almost taste it, LOL!
But the long term goal is for her to have both the CGM and the insulin pump, with the electronics all talking to each other.
You can bet your hip waders they’ll keep the “old-fangled” blood glucose meters and insulin syringes on standby, though!
And Grandma’s glucometer works as backup to the backup! She ran out of test strips, so they grabbed Grandma’s stuff!
Good ol’ Grandma!
~VOW
I had an early insulin pump as an older teen. It was a real PITA. I ditched it after I married.
The new ones are supposed to be so good. I’m anxious about it though.