Sometimes Diabetes Just Provides Too Much Excitement

By Jan Chait My friends have their pet names for me, most often Jan E. Cakes or Granny Janny. Now, a friend who goes back to fifth grade has a new one for me: Calamity Jan. It fits, especially after an escapade last week. Mechanical objects don't like me. Not even mechanical objects with microchips. A little-known fact about me is that I was a music major in college (bassoon, if you're curious). That is, until I discovered printing presses when I wrote for (and later became editor of) the college newspaper. I fell in love with printing presses. The noise. The power. The smell of ink. The excitement of seeing a huge roll of blank newsprint going in one end and coming out the other side all printed and folded. But printing presses are mechanical objects so, alas, being a printer was not for me. When I go into a print shop, all that happens is that ink miraculously attaches itself to me, resulting in clothing of many colors. Despite even that, I still became a reporter so I could hang out around printing presses — multicolored clothing be darned. The moniker "Calamity Jan" came about after a day and night of disasters involving mechanical equipment, including — perhaps mainly — equipment that includes microchips. First, my mobility scooter fizzled out. Oh, not totally. It took great pleasure in getting me to the door of the bathroom before digging its tires in and refusing to go any farther. To get the rest of the way so I could relieve my by now painful bladde...
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