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Today, I'll write about freedom. The letter f.
I really don't feel like writing about diabetes today. I don't feel like thinking about it. I don't feel like testing or bolusing. I will, of course, test and bolus, because as much as I'd like a break, I value my health and the feeling of well-being and well, being alive that infused insulin brings me...
But today, I'm going to share another piece of writing. To remind myself that it isn't all about diabetes. My life, that is. My existence. My writing. None of these things are all about diabetes. And I hope that by sharing something else here, someone else will realize the same. That your life is not all about diabetes, despite the fact that it seems to take up so much room.
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When Olivia first went on a pump, I didn't even think about where she'd put it during the day, how to handle the hanging tubing or whether or not she would feel uncomfortable having a piece of equipment on her. I just wanted to allow her more freedom. Freedom to eat when she wanted rather than letting the insulin dictate. Freedom to have an extra piece of pizza or to go get an ice cream on a sweltering evening. Freedom from having shots 3, 4, 5, sometimes 6 times a day. It was a huge step and one that neither of us would undo.
I was just reading Kerri's column over on Diatribe and she discusses how she likes to conceal her pump, not out of any shame (and I've met Kerri - shame isn't really on her list) but because she'd rather be the one to let people know about her diabetes. She didn't want her pump to announce it for her.
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When Olivia first went on a pump, I didn't even think about where she'd put it during the day, how to handle the hanging tubing or whether or not she would feel uncomfortable having a piece of equipment on her. I just wanted to allow her more freedom. Freedom to eat when she wanted rather than letting the insulin dictate. Freedom to have an extra piece of pizza or to go get an ice cream on a sweltering evening. Freedom from having shots 3, 4, 5, sometimes 6 times a day. It was a huge step and one that neither of us would undo.
I was just reading Kerri's column over on Diatribe and she discusses how she likes to conceal her pump, not out of any shame (and I've met Kerri - shame isn't really on her list) but because she'd rather be the one to let people know about her diabetes. She didn't want her pump to announce it for her.
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I must be more than just playing around with the idea of a pump because I actually emailed my endo about it today.
I don't know why I feel funny about this, why I feel like me having a pump is overkill. Maybe because I'm "only" type 2, maybe because I'm not even three years into my diagnosis.
I shouldn't feel funny about it. I am reading more and more that insulin therapy for people with type 2 diabetes is being introduced earlier. Yes, I'm already on insulin and have been so since roughly three months after I was diagnosed. So what's the difference if I'm taking my insulin from shots or from a pump?
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I must be more than just playing around with the idea of a pump because I actually emailed my endo about it today.
I don't know why I feel funny about this, why I feel like me having a pump is overkill. Maybe because I'm "only" type 2, maybe because I'm not even three years into my diagnosis.
I shouldn't feel funny about it. I am reading more and more that insulin therapy for people with type 2 diabetes is being introduced earlier. Yes, I'm already on insulin and have been so since roughly three months after I was diagnosed. So what's the difference if I'm taking my insulin from shots or from a pump?
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Today we celebrate and thank all of the
veterans who have stepped up to the plate to serve and protect our country's freedom. I have always been the guy who gets chills when I hear and sing the National Anthem. I was raised to be proud of my country and to love it.
All of those beliefs and feeling were solidified on a visit several years ago to DC. Seeing all the buildings I had only seen on TV and money we amazing. The sense of patriotism swam through my blood stream and gave me a lump in my throat through most of our trip.
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A friend of mine has just found a new endo and is loving it. I'm very excited for her because I know how much trouble she went through with her last endo. I remember telling her the difference between her reluctant-to-listen-to-the-patient doctor and Dr. C: "After having never spoken to Dr. C about Symlin before, I came into his office for a regular check up, said I wanted to try Symlin and 15 minutes later the nurse was hooking me up with a sample pen."
While I had a lot of freedom when I spoke with Dr. C, I have often wondered how much latitude he gave me because he knew how involved I am in the diabetes community, knew that I was up on the latest information and technology, and was proactive. I was sad to leave him behind. (Maybe there's a little too much ego there, but I really got very little resistance from Dr. C about anything.)
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I
once blogged about how wonderful the world would be if only Charlie would eat Jell-O - one of the few "free" snack foods we have to work with. Back then, he would take pleasure in poking it, squashing it with a spoon or dropping it in his brother's diaper, but nothing more. He refused to eat it.
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As I sat in the lower level of the on-campus trolley stop I thought about the injection I just took and the maze of shots I take every day. How many more shots will I take in my life? How many more times will I have to stutter-step, looking for a good place to shoot-up some insulin? How drastically might an
insulin pump change my routine?
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Three days, or until the insulin is all used up - that is how long an
OmniPod is to be worn for. Before
pumping, I was unsure if the scheduled three day replacement interval was going to be a nuisance. I even pondered the idea of trying to sneak in an extra day on the pods- so long as there was enough insulin stowed away in them. Well, that notion, along with a little of my patience, consistently scurries away when I near the end of a pod cycle, and the three day itch sets in.
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