"Big D:" It Ain't Just a Big City in Texas

One of my “grammar school” teachers once told me not to use the word “ain’t.”

“Ain’t is a vulgar word,” she said.

Too bad she didn’t see me after a year at sea in the Navy. I think I used the “F-word” for every part of speech. I realized how bad it had progressed when I was talking a mile-a-minute to my mother and let a “F” slip before I knew what happened. I just kept talking, though with a red face, and my mother never said a word. She was probably used to this phenom since her husband, my Dad, had been a merchant seaman, and two of my older brothers also spent time on ships in the Navy.

But I’m not here to talk about cussing or even vulgar words, depending on how one looks at words. No, I am here to talk about diabetes, or what I refer to as the “Big D.”

It has been a couple of months since I was diagnosed with Type II diabetes. I guess I was pretty much in denial until the neurologist I have been seeing because of foot and back pain mentioned a couple of weeks ago that “Diabetes is a pretty nasty disease.”

On TV shows you see people, especially in years past, act as if they’ve been told they have the plague whenever they’re told they have diabetes. They act as if they’ve been given a death sentence. Well, maybe they have and maybe they haven’t. If you aren’t scared enough of diabetes, check this out from the “2007 National Diabetes Fact Sheet” from the Centers for Disease Control:

–Diabetes was the seventh leading cause of death listed on U.S. death certificates in 2006.

–The risk for stroke is 2 to 4 times higher among people with diabetes.

–Diabetes is the leading cause of new cases of blindness among adults aged 20–74 years.

–Diabetes is the leading cause of kidney failure, accounting for 44% of new cases in 2005.

–Almost 30% of people with diabetes aged 40 years or older have impaired sensation in the feet (i.e., at least one area that lacks feeling).

–More than 60% of nontraumatic lower-limb amputations occur in people with diabetes.

–Estimated diabetes cost in the U.S. (direct and indirect) in 2007: $174 billion

Are you scared yet? Well, those are kind of scary figures. I am one of those 30 percent of people with diabetes aged 40 and older who have impaired sensation in their feet. So, we tend to get freaked out about our feet and our eyes and our skin. If it’s not one thing it’s another.

Yes, if it isn’t one thing it’s another. If you have this disease, and it is a disease, you have to think that if it isn’t one thing it’s another to keep things in perspective. You do all you can do just to live and then you do a little more. Sometimes you slip. Sometimes you go on. You get hit by a truck. Sometimes you go on.

It is a nasty disease, Doctor. And I’m sure “ain’t” was a nasty word 40-some-odd years ago to my old-fashioned grammar school teacher. But the world is filled with some big nasties. And we just go on. We try to keep our feet clean. We try not get scratches and burns, like I have on my legs from stupid mishaps. We try to eat right. We poke ourselves to make our fingers bleed and check our sugar levels. We take our meds or our insulin. We exercise if we are able. We do all we are supposed to do. Sometimes we slip.

Then we go on about our business of living.

Time to fold 'em, Helen

White House columnist Helen Thomas, a gadfly if there ever was one in journalism, resigned from Hearst Newspapers after making controversial remarks that “Jews should go home” to places such as Germany and Poland rather than Palestine.

On the face of it, her statement doesn’t seem anti-semitic to me, but then I am not a Jew.

I take issue with and have for a long time some of the moves Israel has made. I understand their contentions, but that doesn’t mean I like their assassinating people, whomever and wherever they like. I certainly hold a grudge against Israel for their bombing the intelligence ship USS Liberty in 1967. Israel, like all nations, does have a right to defend itself, but sometimes it goes way out of bounds in doing so.

Then, my problem is with Israel the state and not with Jews. Some think you can’t separate the two. I can think what I want. I think to not separate the state from the people is like saying all Jews are the same, which is as bigoted a statement as if one said all blacks are alike or all Arabs are alike.

It was long past time for Thomas to go. Her questions have seemingly turned nuttier and nuttier as years passed. She has done some good work over time and certainly was tenacious. If she wants to raise hell, she can still do it, only away from the White House press room. Time to fold ’em Helen.

TGIFAIANAC (Thank God It's Friday And I Am Not A Cynic)

Perhaps it is because I haven’t worked so steadily over the past month as I have this week but I am damned glad to see this week end. There are several reasons for that, not the least that the baby powder I put under the insoles of my diabetic shoes didn’t help all that much the squeaking when I walk. The powder did fly out of my shoes like they were  packed with a kilo of cocaine — great when you pass by federal marshals most days — not that I’ve ever had any cocaine in my shoe. Since these are black shoes, they carried a good coat of white dust until I wiped them clean several times today.

Other reasons exist why I am happy to see the weekend. I worked last weekend on a freelance project. So it has been a couple of weeks since I had two days in a row off. So here we are.

Let’s all just share happy thoughts for a good weekend and a better new week. Perhaps someone, maybe me, will win the lottery. Or maybe we will be struck by lightning, I think that is more likely to happen. But the main idea is to have fun doing what you do. I don’t know if it’s possible to have fun while being struck by lightning. Ben Franklin is always pictured as if he were having fun flying a kite with a key on the end during a lightning strike. Of course, I don’t suppose he really got struck. Despite the sound what I say is not cynical. It is not facetious, my friends. That’s from right here. (Thumping my chest where the heart always resides except in reality — Oops, sorry for the slip up.) Have a pleasant weekend.

Weathercast? I'll take mine without rap

My friend Sally in Western Massachusetts e-mailed me this link to a story about one of our local TV weathermen, Nick Kosir, the “rapping weatherman” on station KBTV-TV, Fox 4 in Beaumont, Texas. Hat tip to Sally!

After looking at the station’s Web page they are tooting their own horn some more since “American Idol’s” Ryan Seacrest mentioned Kosir on his Tweeter page. I should be as lucky.

I had heard through some local blogs about this very white, 26-year-old guy who breaks into a rap every once in awhile while doing the weather on the station’s morning news show. I told Sally that I don’t get up that early. Actually, I sometimes do but I don’t watch their newscast. I don’t watch it at 4 p.m. or 9 p.m. either. It really takes a lot to pull an hour-long local newscast and I don’t think the station is quite there yet. Plus, 4-5 p.m.? Who watches local news then? The folks at Fox 4 shouldn’t feel bad. I don’t watch the combined local NBC and ABC stations either (the same company owns both.)

My preferred local news is CBS affiliate KFDM-TV Channel 6, which I have more or less watched since Ralph Ramos left the NBC station when it was still located in Port Arthur, many, many years ago. KFDM is by no means perfect. It is far from it. It is more like the process of elimination.

I doubt the rappin’ weather guy will get me to watch his station more. I mean, I’m not watching it now. Nick Kosir maybe will become famous, or will get his 15 minutes of fame from this. Good for him if that’s what he wants. Me, I just want the weather and I’m getting to the point where I really don’t need a TV weatherman to tell me what the weather will or will not do.

As it is with Channel 6’s weather team, they do a fairly good job. They have been here for awhile. Greg Bostwick, the head meteorologist has been on the job for 30 some-odd years. He, James Brown and Kerry Cooper are pretty solid. They’ve been through quite a lot now, what with several bad hurricanes under our belt. Like pretty much all, longtime TV weathermen, Bostwick gets a little cocky every now and then. But I would definitely rather see and hear him prior to a hurricane than getting a forecast in rap. For one thing, I am into weather. Secondly, I’m not into rap, unless it’s a decent parody.

Enough. I didn’t really want to discuss my feelings about the local newscasts. They all try. It’s a very difficult business. But lots of local news, especially small-market where everyone comes to go somewhere, pretty much sucks.