The thing called a "Sloppy Joe" has disgusted me since childhood. I'm not sure why since I like hamburger and tomatoes. I remember my mom and dad made them all the time and each time I would refuse to eat dinner. I would sit alone at the dinner table for hours as punishment. I never made a sloppy joe until tonight and even then I couldn't put the bun on top like Blue Apron asked me, so I served this meal ala mode, cuz 40 years later I still couldn't eat it put together. What is wrong with me? Using a famous childhood quote from hubs "it was adequate."
As a little girl I would look on my mom’s arm and wonder why she had such a weird mark near her shoulder. A few days ago, as the warm solution penetrated my bloodstream, I started to cry remembering my mom’s mark. The nurse asked me if I was okay and I told her I was so incredibly happy. As a diabetic I was stressed never knowing if I was doing enough to avoid it but also, keeping some semblance of life in doing outdoor things. I cried because I am incredibly grateful to the SCIENCE that made this possible in only a year. Less time for me to worry about my only kiddo should the worse happen. If ur on the fence...I’ve worked in entertainment for over 20 years and I’ve seen first hand how easy celebrities influence the public. Some do good and others well...I’m happy to have a little bit of the gracious Dolly Parton with me. Scientists on the other hand, very rarely get the recognition for their years of study, years of research and expertise contributing to (wo)mankind....

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