not the first pickins from the organic (e:Uncutsaniflush) & (e:LeeTee) back garden, but thus far, the most prolific.



i love tomatoes.

growing up, i ate them on toast (rye, caraway rye the most coveted) with a sprinkle of salt, or much to my gran's dismay, right from the vine with a salt shaker hidden in my pocket.

winter tomatoes were hard and less flavourful in those days. they were from some far off land of unknown origin. now, we have hothouse tomatoes and the government insists on knowing where they are grown. a pale comparison, but for those of us with a tomato obsession, it's all we can do...

but i have to say, the biggest most evil of blasphemy are those people that put fresh tomatoes in the refrigerator. why, i beseech you, why!!???! ruins the texture and dulls the flavour.

that is, of course, is mere the humble opinion of a former foodie...

Don't continue reading this unless you're in the mood for yet another one of my bitching & moaning sessions. Hopefully, it will be short...

My doctor wants me to see a nutritionist and a opthamologist.

So, i call my insurance company for "in network" providers. Up until today, i have had amazingly helpful people at my insurance company.

Or, so i thought.

I found out today that i must be stupid, because today's conflicting information "is exactly" what i was told last time. I am NOT covered. Even though i understood that i was. I understood that my diagnosis opened a few doors to see specialists i was not covered for before it. Such is not the case. Diagnosis is not relevant.

Ophthalmology -- I am covered for an office visit... but... ready for this... not the exam. WTF? So, if i want to go and talk to a receptionist at a doctor's office, i can, but i can't have the doctor examine me?

Nutritionist -- there isn't one in the Buffalo area that is in network unless i go to a Diabetic Education Class at a Catholic Health hospital. Four 3 hour classes, most of which interfere with my work schedule, of course. To top it off, i do not have the correct referral and need to get back on the phone to be on hold and explain to someone else what i need and wait to find out how i cannot get it.

Pessimistic? Who me? Nah.....

Blood work is in. It's official. I have diabetes. I do not have celiac disease, but there is a small chance i may be allergic to eggs and lactose intolerant. That diagnosis, however, will have to wait 'til a later time.

I don't like getting diabetic testing supplies from the only place in which my insurance will cover 100% of the cost (rather than 80% after a $280 deductible), which is not medicare, despite the commercial.



I have made calls to go to a diabetes education center and wait for someone to call me back.

In the meantime, i do online research and a bought a big ole old fashioned book.

I require more thought on what to eat. Gone are the days of just picking something up or going out to eat lunch almost every day.

Today, it's black bean tomato corn salad. In a popcorn bowl.



Can't say i have a recipe, exactly. I just microwaved a bag of frozen corn, added a can rinsed black beans, some sweet peppers, some celery, green onions, parsley, grape tomatoes, the juice of a couple of limes, some dill, garlic, cumin, cinnamon, apple cider vinegar (which is reported to help lower the impact of sugar rich vegetables for diabetics), some Braggs liquid amino (to replace salt) then stuck it in the fridge to marinate.

Not sure what to serve it with... but, i may have to consider eating meat so i don't carb load as much and still get my protein.

Small situation at work, mostly about me adjusting to the differences between an institutional setting and a community setting. I am strict. I follow rules to the letter of the law, because that is what i did in my old location. Doesn't always go over well in this setting. I am adjusting, but it is a bit of a difficult transition.

I am happily surprised for the first time since i started working for the WNYDDSO, to have co-workers that respect me. Enough to talk amongst themselves to say, "hey, she's having a hard time, what can we do to help her out... and how about if we step back a bit and let her figure out her own way".

Wow. Is this what it feels like to not be in highschool?

Uhm, yeah, unless you're a girl?

Today, less than an hour ago, i was walking to my car when i saw two teenagers standing by their bikes. His was on the ground. She was still straddling hers. He was standing with her tire between his legs and his hands on her handlebars. He was screaming profanities at her. She looked at me, looked away, he turned to look at me, told me to fuck off, then went back to his screaming.

I put my recycled weggies bag in my prius (just trying to show what a fucking neo -hippie i am these days, i even became a member of the co-op. shit, i would have beaten myself up when i was 17.. but i digress), and when i looked up, he was slapping her around and punching her on the side of her head. She was just trying to block his fists. She looked at me and mouthed "help", so i called 911.

Of course, Weggies security was on lunch and could not be found. So i flagged down an orange shirt helping hands dude.

She tried to explain to me, and i told her she didn't need to, because no matter who's dick she sucked, he still should not be wailing on her in a grocery store parking lot. When i said that she cried. I hugged her and told her she deserves to be with someone who will treat her with respect. Simple lessons.

And ya know what? I don't care what kinda crack whore she might be, no one deserves to be beat up by someone 3 times their size.

I stayed with her until weggies security was with her and they said the cops were on the way.

He was standing out front of a bodega on Amherst when i drove by. Pussy.