So my Dad's cousin Ron's camper is parked in my driveway tonight. I haven't seen him in almost 40 years.
I knew he was a doctor, but I didn't know what kind. So I ask him tonight at my son's high school hockey tryout. "Internal medicine" was the answer plus a few dozen other facts I really have no clue about. I pull out my pump and ask if he's ever seen one of these. "I carried one for 25yrs" he says. "You're a diabetic?" I asks. "No I meant a pager" he says.
Anyway, we get talking about diabetes and my management and his work. It's all very interesting. Some story about two crazy gynos and 10lb babies and how they gave their patients hourly injections to produce 7lb babies and that's how pumping all started. Cool stuff. I gather he was into treating us.
He then got on to talking about his experiment that never happenned. He was researching insulin during summers while in med school trying to find out how it worked. He was comparing it's behavior with some ferret's behavior. I later learn it's not an animal but an element or molecule of some sort. God sometimes I wish I went into sciences. Accountants are so stunned. So he's talking about differences in atomic weights and how after all his work this ferret stuff sinks to the bottom and the insulin rises to the top, I think of oil and vinegar and realize I'm hungry. When I get top testing an hour later I'm 3.6. Then he talks about how it would be nice to control it so these things didn't seperate. So he goes on and on about $10,000 space shuttle rental experiments and how he had his rigged with a self contained battery operated mixer, but there was a thunmp and using some heavy duty x-rays they found the experiment was ruined and they couldn't give away parts of it to local schools and all the kids were dissapointed.
Bottom line is it was a great idea, it never happened, and still needs doing. They don't really know how insulin works. And it's cool I have a relative even capable of thinking like this
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