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For months now I have been waiting to do this. I had only to get my veins into a lab and have my
A1C taken so my experiment could be put into motion. I had my end of the supplies ordered up and the rest was up to the dueling laboratories of,
BIOSAFE and my local medical facility.
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I used to wonder why I frequently saw people buying enormous amounts of hamburger at the grocery store. There were so many theories I had, but really just couldn't for the life of me figure out what the big deal was with ground beef. There were so many better-tasting dishes to be made with chicken and pork, I thought.
And then I found myself unemployed for a year--and needing to take care of my family. Debt piled up and I had to find new ways to cut corners and spending. Becoming a comparison shopper made me finally see what the big deal was at the grocery store. You can get four skinless, boneless chicken breasts and feed your family of four one meal, or you can get 4 lb. of ground beef and feed your family of four almost all week. And for the same price. Oh, and you'll likely shell out more dough for leaner meat. Ah, it had become so clear. It wasn't about taste, it was clearly money.
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I've been reading "Psyching Out Diabetes" off and on. Each chapter is devoted to a different emotion that commonly affects diabetes management. So far, I haven't had an epiphany. But it is nice to hear what some diabetics struggle with in their diabetes growth and how those outside are affected.
One of the topics in the "Anger" chapter is about terminology and labels. What is right: diabetic or person with diabetes? The great debate!
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I've seen him twice since he was diagnosed. And each time I want to tackle him and say "I'm diabetic, too." It's so weird to restrain myself. I don't know why I feel this sort of odd connection to this person who I literally have nothing else in common with.
Perhaps because his diagnosis was rather tragic, for lack of a better word. Not that any of our diagnoses weren't tragic, but this seemed especially emotional. In a strange whirlwind of terrible events, Mike lost the house he grew up in and was diagnosed with diabetes in one foul swoop.
I got the information about the diagnosis third hand, so who knows how reliable this is; I was told that after friends were worried about his behavior and took him to the ER, his blood sugar was 1,600. Now I've heard of some folks having some readings over 1,000 at diagnosis, but this just seemed over the top. Nonetheless, he spent some time in the hospital.
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