Accidental Pancreas. Sounds like a band name, doesn't it? With such hits like, "Sputtering", or "Where have all the Beta Cells Gone?"
Actually, the accidental pancreas is me. The job was dropped into my lap when my 12 month old daughter's pancreas up and quit; leaving no forwarding address.
I didn't want it then.
I still don't want it.
It's a horrible, horrible job with crappy hours and sucky pay (but oh my, the benefits are grand).
If I could have had my choice as any organ, I would have picked the appendix. It just sits there, doing nothing and with no apparent job.
I'd like to say I'm good at my job.
Some days I am.
Other days? Not so much.
But like it or not, it's still my job. So on any given day, you will find this Accidental Pancreas rockin' out to "Baby you can Count my Carbs".
Boppin' along with "Prick my Finger one more Time"
Wailin' the lyrics to "I love Insulin"
And strumming my my guitar to "Me and my Dexcom down by the schoolyard."
Anybody else want to jam with me?
11 hours ago