"Mommy, Can I play with my plush poo & pee please?"

I have a fraternal twin sister named Emily and as different as we may look the one thing we have always had in common is our sense of humor. What we find funny an average joe may have found funny when they were five years old. For instance, people slipping and falling down will never once get old and when I randomly utter the word "poop" to Emily I instantly hear giggles. It doesn't matter what context it is used in.

About two months ago I come home and go to drop some things off in my room and I see something sitting on my pillow. As I take a closer look it is a pamphlet with the words pee & poo across the top and two plush looking toys. One is bright yellow in the shape of a tear drop and one a medium brown color with eyes. I hesitated for a second and then started laughing and ran downstairs to see where she might have found such a disturbing thing. Emily had gone to a trade show and this was produced by a Swedish vendor.

Now I understand that every country has its own culture but pee & poo toys??? Are they serious? What kind of message does that send children? That it's ok to play with your poo & pee....hmmm there's something very unsettling about this. I can't imagine parents going to tell their kids to go play with their poo & pee dolls. This may lead to some confusion amongst the young folk in today's society. Are kids expected to name these toys like Patti the poop? Do you tell your kids to wash their hands after playing with the dolls? I don't know where this blog is going but I wanted to express my opinion and the fact that when I googled pee & poo dolls today there were over 100 links!

So I have decided to start a blog…why I am still not sure. I don’t think I’m funny. I don’t expect to sounds smart or sophicated but I do enjoy writing and never get around to writing enough unless it is a press release at work. So here goes nothing….

I thought about how to start my first blog and figured I would start it with what has been affecting my life the most lately. THE PUMP. For those that don't know, the PUMP administers insulin without the use of shots every 6 hours. My doctor calls it the Rolls Royce of diabetes technology. Two years of saying no because I didn't want to be wired to something all the time I jumped on the bandwagon. Backtracking for a second....I was diagnosed with diabetes on May 29, 2005 at the age of 21. After three months of waiting to see the endrocronogist I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes which requires daily insulin shots.

The rest of the detailed somewhat depressing story is for another day. Anyhoo....

I am a week into using my insulin pump and I have already grown an attachment (no pun intended) to this thing that resembles a purple beeper. Right now it is attached to my lower back. The attachment is a small round circular adhesive spot that hooks to the tubing which administers the insulin. I feel like I am 12 years old again when giga pets were the popular thing to have and if you didn’t take care of them they would beep at you and remind you something was wrong. My pump does that. I am waiting for it to start talking to me like KITT on Night Rider. "HELLLOOO Lynsey check your blood glucose. Oooo Blood sugar is low. Go have a snack. Have a nice day."

Although the thought of having this thing attached to me 24/7 stressed me out it haven't been as bad as I expected and has already stabilized my sugar levels better than they have been in two years. I have already been called the bionic woman by a co-worker and asked how my robot was doing by the guy I am dating. I call him VB.

I will have updates about my so called robot and one day may want to throw it across the room if it doesn't cooperate but for now I don't think I will dump the pump. My bed is calling me. Good night.