Moving Day

I take one last look around to make sure I didn’t forget anything.

Everything is boxed up, ready for the movers. My antique typewriter. My pens and pads. My computer with it’s better-than-sex wave keyboard. All my reference books.

I’m happy to be leaving, and excited about where I’m going. But I’m also kinda sad too. Bittersweet, I guess they call it. After all, I’ve been in this place a long time.

Yep. I’m moving to Diabetes Mine, Amy Tenderich’s diabetes über blog, where I’ll be penning a new column for her site.

I’ve been reading Amy since 2005. And that’s 2005 B.C., people. Or at least it seems that long. I’ve always called her site “the New York Times of diabetes.” Yes, technically it’s a blog, and written with blog flare, but it’s really an unparalleled news site. If it’s happening in diabetes, Amy already knows about it.

I check her site each morning before I go to the clinic. I figure if they cured diabetes overnight while I was sleeping, Amy will have the scoop. And if they cured diabetes overnight while I was sleeping, there’s really no reason for me to commute to the clinic, now is there? I’d need to stay home polishing my resume and planning a new career. I think I might enjoy writing trashy romance novels for my next act. Whaddaya think?

Anyway, given how I feel about the site, I jumped at the chance to join her team when the chance came along. Amy has long limited Diabetes Mine to Mondays-Fridays, but like any major paper, it’s time to take on the weekend. And thus was born the Weekend Edition.

The column I’ll be writing is called Ask D’Mine. It’s a Q&A thing. So yeah, I’m now like the Diabetes Dear Abby.

New home. New venue. New format. But count on my style staying the same. Plus you can count on me posting more often, because Amy will personally fly to New Mexico and kill me if I don’t have a column for her every week. No, really, she will. It’s in the contract. Right here…. oh wait… in the fine print it actually says she can send some guys in black trench coats and mirrored sun glasses to kill me; she doesn’t have to do it herself. Ah. But I’m still feeling just as motivated.

I’ll be the main author of the new column. Every once and a while Amy or her right hand woman and rockin’ assistant editor, Allison Blass, may step in to help me with, you know, girl stuff.

I won’t totally give up on LifeAfterDx. For one thing, I don’t think Amy is going to let me say “fuck,” so I’ll have to check back in here periodically to get it out of my system.

But hey, the first column is up. Right now. Today I’m tackling questions about how to stock up the medicine chest for natural disasters when your insurance company won’t cooperate, whether or not a doc gave a newly diagnosed diabetic bad advice, and infusion confusion for the father of a 16-year-old boy.

Go check it out. Right now.

Wait! Wait! Hold on, I forgot to tell you something! Come back! Come back!

Everyone back in the room again?

OK, what I forgot to say is readers ask the questions. You can ask the questions. In fact, I want you too. Click on the link. Ask me anything. No holds barred. If I don’t know the answer, I’ll find out.

Alright. I think that’s it. Now you can scoot over to Diabetes Mine and check it out. And be sure to go back again on Sunday to check out the new Sunday Funnies, which are wickedly funny cartoons about diabetes penned from the warped and wonderful mind of my good D-buddy Haidee Soule Merritt. Yes. Diabetes can be funny and I think it’s good medicine for us to sometimes laugh at our lot in life.

www.diabetesmine.com