A Quick Tour of the Capitol

So, the government is in a gridlock and sequestration has been implemented.  The senate had gone home after a 1 hour session in the morning.  They shut off power to the room that I’m staying in and most of the house, but there is still power in the basement and one of the newer rooms that I built on the house.  I’m living off of a single outlet with the help of an extension cord.

I took the opportunity to do the Capitol tour, which I must say, was outstanding.  Apart from the Rosa Parks picture that I posted earlier, I found a couple of opportunities to express myself in the context of that building.


Rosa Parks and a Squatter


Above: insulin injections and emancipation hall


Above: The Thinker, A Compass, and Keeping the Grave Empty

The Second Picture is the more immediate one for me right now.  The story behind the picture is that when they built the Capitol, they built a burial place for George Washington.  He ended up being buried at Mount Vernon, and his family would not agree to have the body transferred to the crypt in the capitol building, so people decided to leave the grave empty, but there is a compass placed above it that shows the directions.

A History of Diabetes

Insulin has been around for about 80 years.  I became diabetic when they only had one kind of insulin (NPH), given once a day, and only urine testing (no blood sugar testing devices short of having someone draw blood from your arm).

Yes, improvements have been made.  Injections are no longer as painful.  Insulins are better.  Blood sugar meters, and A1c’s are available to help to regulate blood sugars.  The overall treatment of diabetic patients remains an economic stimulus, with millions if not billions of dollars transferred into the economy on the backs of individuals who for the most part, have only recently with the newly proposed health care provisions against preexisting conditions, been allowed to independently acquire health insurance.  For the most part, we were denied – even by such health-conscious entities as the American Medical Association.

While we have been past the point where type I diabetes was an automatic death sentence for 80 years now, we still have a generation of people that are left with failing organs because the economic interests that drive the medical industry outweigh the individual capacity to cure the disease.

For those lucky enough to be blessed with the self discipline and social/family situation that allow them to cope, some in the newer generation may not face many of the complications, but there is a group out there that really, really, needs desperate work. And there are many that have already died.

There is no excuse.  It’s been over 40 years for me.  I don’t know when the first grant was written, but as I sit outside of the NIH wall, and know, that there is no one inside that is working on type I diabetes, and more and more money being funneled to fund a scientific establishment that justifies itself, it is hard not to be bitter, hard not to be desperate.

The Thinker, hoping that our graves don’t fill earlier than they have to.

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