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I’ve had the same Minimed Paradym 722 insulin pump for about 3 years now. Since right before heading for Scotland. This is what my current pump looks like (stock photo)

unfortunately it’s out of warranty. Has been for almost a year now. I haven’t upgraded it yet because the bloody things cost over $6000. Insurance pays about 85% of that, but still, ouch. That, and if I have to pay to replace it, why not use it till it breaks and then replace it? It’s a pretty solid pump.

Anyhow. I finally banged a wall, dropped it, rolled on it, or something. It’s cracked. From the edge of the display towards the battery compartment. Oops. I doubt it’s water tight now.

So, I made an appointment with the Diabetes doc and I’ll go see about getting a script for a new pump. I think I’ll stick with the Minimed pump. It’s not the prettiest, or the most fancy, but it has been durable and it kept me alive during Katrina, so it’s doing okay.

If there are any type 1 diabetics out there not on the pump. Tell your doc to get off his butt and get you one. They’re a pain at first, but once you’re used to em, they work great.

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Looks like we’re in for a pretty solid La Niña again this year. The dark blue and purple is colder than normal waters. I like how it pretty much covers all of the western US with some of the coldest anomaly being right near Monterey Bay. Go figure.

More discussion can be found at Watts Up With That about La Niña and how it relates to other La Niña’s of the past. Link Here.

My father sent this to me today. Saying it could have been me.

From Adventures

He wasn’t far off. I learned early that overspeed on a skateboard hurts. Speed wobble leads to falling down and bleeding.

However, at about the age of 12 I went down Nike Hill in Bothell on a pair of borrowed ski’s. Looks pretty similar to this hill, just no water at the end. I’d never skied before, so had no clue as to plowing, turning, or slowing down. I pointed the ski’s straight down the hill and puckered up. It was definitely exhilarating.Made it all the way down without falling, somehow.

Sometimes you have to just stop and laugh.

I’ve been doing some research into the Medical Marijuana card and the more I research this, the more I’m wondering. Should we get a Medical Marijuana Card for Roberta? It seems obvious at first that we should. But only at first.

Pros:

  • She can have up to several ounces legally.
  • Fairly safe from police prosecution.
  • Ability to buy legally. (not sure if it’s cheaper or more expensive than illegally)

Cons:

  • $200 plus renewal fees.
  • Depending on the police officer, you may have your marijuana “confiscated” and not returned while card is being verified.
  • Drive up to San Jose or San Francisco to get card and Marijuana legally.
  • Put into a searchable database that has been used in the past by the DMV to deny Drivers License renewals. Rumored to be used by law enforcement to investigate possible “other” criminal activity.
  • Possible loss of job because I hold a security clearance. Marijuana is still not legal Federally. And if she’s in the database it Will come up on my next security review.
  • Her pain management doctor will not prescribe due to fears of losing his license to dispense narcotics. Pretty much the same with her Oncologist. So, we’ll have to go see a doctor with all her records up in Santa Cruz (closest), San Jose, or San Francisco.

So. I guess the question is, even though it’s possible to get the pot card, should she?

Oh ya. Why smoke pot?

  1. Pain: relieves her pain without putting her to sleep or making so fuzzy brained she can’t function. Still feels the pain, but is disassociated from it. Her pain doctor will give her any narcotic she wants in basically any quantity she wants. If she wants to be unconscious and dysfunctional.
  2. nausea:relieves nausea without putting her to sleep like the anti-nausea drugs do.
  3. appetite. Helps her keep from losing weight as badly as she was.

Having fun yet?

One of the fascinating things about living anywhere, is the people you meet. For the last two years I’ve waved at a lady walking her little dogs around the block without ever getting to know her. Friday afternoon I saw her walking the dogs and said “Hey, we’re having a Katrina party tomorrow, swing by.”

“Oh I don’t think I can.” She said ” I have to work.” Work I thought. I figured she was retired. So, I asked what she did. “Oh, I teach gold at Pebble Beach. I’m an LPGA Professional Instructor.” What?!? Ya, she’s one of the 50 best womens golf instructors in the country.

She ended up showing up for the Katrina BBQ and we had a better chance to chat and get to know each other a bit better.

She’s Sally Dodge (AKA Dodger) and has been teaching at Pebble Beach for over 30 years.

So, do you know your neighbors?

Robert: Teaches French and Latin at an exclusive private school. Used to live in France.

Steve: Artist and ex head of Monterey Institute for International Studies.

Dave: VP for HP. Friends to guy that started World of Warcraft (Girls are in awe)

Julie: Electronic Librarian for the Govt. Used to live in Australia.

Walter: Flew Helicopters in Korea and Nam. Drives a beautiful 2007 Shelby Mustang. Loves his old dog Cheyenne.

Mike: Real estate Agent here in P.G. area.

To name just a few.

What do I remember of our time during Katrina? Things that 5 years later just stand out?

  • I remember standing in the parking lot of NAVO, knee deep in water during the eye of the storm. Pulling debris from the storm drains and throwing it as far as I could so it wouldn’t just stop up the drain again. Finding the drains between the cars. As the drains cleared a whirlpool would form and suddenly I’d be standing in ankle deep water while just feet around me the water was still knee deep. The suction and swirling water was intense. I remember reaching under the front passenger wheel area of a grey car, pulling debris and being frightened that I would get sucked down and drown. I can still see the wheel, hubcap, and grey of the bodywork. Nothing else about the car, just that.
  • I remember Drew sitting in our garage with a bucket of soapy water washing muddy plates and glasses like they were made of gold. Instead of the $3 Target specials they were. The look of “I’ve saved this” on his face. The look someone gets when their arm gets ripped off and they haven’t decided it’s really happened yet. That was his look. Drew and Sam had a foundation with debris around it where their house used to be.
  • The smell. Riding my motorcycle between Stennis Space Center and Diamondhead Mississippi. There was a stretch by the river where the smell was so bad you couldn’t breath. The stench of rot and death. I remember how the smell would get less strong after search and rescue went through.
  • Lines and lines of trucks being loaded with supplies and heading for New Orleans. Signs in the windows saying “Ice” “Water” “Food”.
  • Riding my motorcycle through the debris and over 50k volt highline power lines as big around as my wrist.  Thinking, damn, what if these go live again? Damn near hitting a ladder in the middle of the road at 70 miles per hour.
  • Having a van stop in front of me as I drive through someones yard, thinking “oh crap” some dude is gonna be mad I keep driving my truck through his yard. Watching the side door slam open and my neighbor jump out yelling “They found them! They’re alive!” and balling my damn eyes out. It was 6 days before we found out my daughters friends had survived. Where they rode the storm out took a 25ft storm surge, they were in a single wide trailer. No one knew, or thought, they had lived. I remember calling Roberta so she could tell Megan that Heather and Skyler were still alive. Roberta and the girls had left for Montana thinking they had been killed.
  • I remember the quiet in the hallways as the storm approached. The tv at the end continously playing news and landfall projections. The screaming fury of the storm as it hit. Water coming down through the ceiling. The ceiling tiles lifting and falling with the ebb and flow of winds howling outside. The hallway between the two buildings, it sounded like God was tearing at the doors and he wanted in BAD! The windows on the second floor shattering and falling into the courtyard. I remember the shock once it was over.

Those are just some of the things I remember.

Now that I am not so pissed I can see again. I really shouldn’t paint all the Pacific Grove Police with the same brush. I really have only had dealings with two of them. Officer Figueroa and well, we’ll just call her “The Bully”.  Officer Figueroa was helpful, if a bit stand-offish. Which I imagine is because he deals with some real crappy people most of the time. He did seem reasonable and somewhat open. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but that’s the impression I had.

The other officers and members of the Pacific Grove Police department, well, touch wood, we haven’t had any dealings with. Good or bad.

So, yes, this used to be a bigoted little town. But I don’t imagine any of those officers are still around, at least I sure hope not.

Being a police officer and having to deal with the dregs of society day in and day out, has to be hard on the personality. And yet, none of this excuses the lousy, bullying behavior of “The Bully”. Being a cop is a lousy job, you get to meet and arrest the worst of society. I understand that. I just think if it’s too much for you to handle and remain a person, then it’s time to do something else. Becoming a bully is nothing short of turning into the crappy person you’re arresting.

Just my thoughts now that I’m not so mad.

I wish to make you aware of an issue I find disturbing in our small town.

Over the last few days one of the local police officers has stopped and harassed two teen boys that frequent my house. They are the same age and grade as my eldest daughter.

These boys are not saints by any stretch. They come from broken homes and are known by the local police for domestic issues with their parents. However, they have never committed serious crimes, never been convicted, and are both successfully completing high school.

On two separate instances in the last week one of the local Pacific Grove police officers has stopped one of the boys walking home from our house. The first time he was stopped it was mid afternoon, forced to empty his pockets, handcuffed, and brow beaten by this officer because some house had been burgled across town and he fit the description. What that description was, was never revealed. He was supposedly acting suspicious because he was shaking. Being stopped by the police and handcuffed could make an adult quake, let alone a teen age child.

The second time he was stopped was Sunday morning while walking home from our house. He was again stopped by the same officer, forced to empty his pockets, searched, and again brow beaten to reveal any “information” about any “crimes” he might know about. He was then told by this officer to call his friend and tell him to come over. Which he did. His friend then shows up, is forced to empty his pockets, placed in the back of a squad car to be “questioned” and driven off. I will not repeat what I was told of that conversation/questioning because I wasn’t there and was only told second hand what happened. If what I did hear was true, then I am disgusted and saddened by the state of our local police.

No crimes were committed. No arrests were made. No reasons for the stops were given other than they “looked suspicious”. At this point the boys are asking for rides back and forth from and to their homes  to avoid being harassed any further.   They are scared of the local police and are afraid to walk in public.

At this point I have done some basic research on personal rights when stopped by the police and will be informing all the local teenagers that they Do Not have to answer questions from the local Pacific Grove police officers without either their parents being with them or a lawyer. The out come of this officer harassing these boys is that now, they and their friends, will be getting tutored in what their rights are and how NOT to answer any more questions from the local police without a supervising adult being present.

I am sorry that it has come to this. This is not the way things should be in a small town like Pacific Grove. We live here because it’s a safe and quiet place to raise our daughters. That doesn’t mean I can turn a blind eye when troubled children are being harassed by those who are supposed to protect us.

Sincerely
Richard Hickey

Doing some research on how the boys can protect themselves from the local abuse of our Pacific Grove police department I ran across the ACLU website on how to deal with being stopped by the police.

Looks like we will have to have a local get together on how to deal with overbearing police. Teach the kids that “THEY” have rights too and that being browbeaten by the police is NOT acceptable behavior.

What to do if stopped by the Police.

YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES
– Do stay calm and be polite.
– Do not interfere with or obstruct the police.
– Do not lie or give false documents.
– Do prepare yourself and your family in case you are arrested.
– Do remember the details of the encounter.
– Do file a written complaint or call your local ACLU if you feel your rights have been violated.

IF YOU ARE STOPPED FOR QUESTIONING
Stay calm. Don’t run. Don’t argue, resist or obstruct the police, even if you are innocent or police are violating your rights. Keep your hands where police can see them.
Ask if you are free to leave. If the officer says yes, calmly and silently walk away. If you are under arrest, you have a right to know why.
You have the right to remain silent and cannot be punished for refusing to answer questions. If you wish to remain silent, tell the officer out loud. In some states, you must give your name if asked to identify yourself.
You do not have to consent to a search of yourself or your belongings, but police may “pat down” your clothing if they suspect a weapon. You should not physically resist, but you have the right to refuse consent for any further search. If you do consent, it can affect you later in court.

IF YOU ARE ARRESTED
Do not resist arrest, even if you believe the arrest is unfair.
Say you wish to remain silent and ask for a lawyer immediately. Don’t give any explanations or excuses. If you can’t pay for a lawyer, you have the right to a free one. Don’t say anything, sign anything or make any decisions without a lawyer.
You have the right to make a local phone call. The police cannot listen if you call a lawyer.
Prepare yourself and your family in case you are arrested. Memorize the phone numbers of your family and your lawyer. Make emergency plans if you have children or take medication.
Special considerations for non-citizens:
– Ask your lawyer about the effect of a criminal conviction or plea on your immigration status.
– Don’t discuss your immigration status with anyone but your lawyer.
– While you are in jail, an immigration agent may visit you. Do not answer questions or sign anything before talking to a lawyer.
– Read all papers fully. If you do not understand or cannot read the papers, tell the officer you need an interpreter.

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