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Categories: Type 1 Highs & Lows Emotions
Tags: Dreams Low Bloodsugar Screaming
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I have vivid dreams. When I close my eyes at night, a whole new world appears, in living color. My dreams hold smells and sounds and sights that often rival the sensory reality of my waking life. There have been times when I could swear I've seen people, had conversations, and done things in real life, when these memories were simply creations of my sleeping mind. I know that I talk, run, laugh, and cry while I sleep; something that makes sharing a bed with me a real challenge. I suppose that the vividness of my dreams might be a reflection of the constant activity in my brain. (READ MORE)
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Categories: Type 1 Type 2 Highs & Lows Complications
Tags: A1c levels complications people's perceptions
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12.5? 10.0? 7.8? 8.2?
That is what my last four hemoglobin A1c tests have been. I just got the results for my latest blood work this week.
When my nurse gave me the results I was not surprised. My carb intake has been a lot more then usual and my blood sugars have been high often. Since I switched to the Weight Watchers Core Plan like so many of you suggested, my BG has been very good this week. I am hopeful that I can get that A1c down next time. But are those numbers bad? (READ MORE)
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Categories: Type 1 Highs & Lows
Tags: Highs Keeping On lows
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It is dark. Black, really. There is no light anywhere. And there is no sound. There is nothing. Nothing but nothing.
This stunning blackness, this lack of light and sound, scares me concious. And I am in my bed. With an empty glass of juice in my hand. My right index finger slides, slimey, against the plastic cup, wet with blood.
Nothing makes sense. Bob's voice is the first thing I'm able to hear. "You need to test."
"I already tested," I answer, "Can't you see the blood?"
"You poked yourself, but you didn't test," He replies, "Come on, it's been about twenty minutes since you finished that juice."
"Was it bad?" I ask.
"Not as bad as it's been. You took the juice fine, no spitting, no screaming, no fighting. It was scary though, because you didn't say a word. It was like you were asleep with your eyes wide open." (READ MORE)
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Categories: Emotions
Tags: Figuring things out Low Bloodsugar
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I am not an angry person. Or a sad person. Really.
Most of the time, I'm fairly easy-going. I don't dwell for too long on the things I can't change, I try not to let those niggling things get the best of me. I often try to look on the bright side. I'm certainly not one of those annoyingly positive people you'd like to punch because they're so cheerful, but I'm pleasant. And although I won't be rolled over and you better not screw with someone I care about - or you'll suffer my wrath - I don't go out of my way to pick fights or hurt anyone.
But then sometimes I have a low bloodsugar. And well, then - all bets are off. My easy-going nature often exits the premises of my body and "the beast" emerges. (READ MORE)
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Categories: Type 1
Tags: complications eating exercise health
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I am sometimes disappointed by the things my body can't do or by the things my does because of my diabetes. Like yesterday, when a downward cruising bloodsugar derailed my plans for a solid workout at the gym.
I was let down by my body's inability to stabilize.
I was let down by the fact that what has been working very well in terms of late afternoon/early evening basal dosing failed me.
And I was let down by the fact that even after juice and an early dinner of 40 carb grams with no bolus, I barely got thirty five minutes of exercise in before my rapidly dropping bloodsugar forced me to stop...
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Categories: Type 1
Tags: Intimacy relationships type 1
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His hands move over my waist to my hips. He brushes by my insulin pump, which feels to me about fifty times its actual size. I wonder, does he notice it there beneath my clothes, beneath his hand?
My bloodsugar is 355 mg/dl. I feel yucky. I know I'm spilling ketones. When he kisses me, do I taste like fruit, like wine, like the acetone that's eating away at me? Does he see the awful dry feeling behind my eyes; is he thinking I look as horrible as I feel?
He takes my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. I trace his palm with my fingertips. Why do these calluses feel so obvious, so hard and unfeminine?
We are heated and intense. I am lost in this embrace. My head is floating somewhere in a passionate, dizzy ether. Or am I low? And if I am, how can I stop and ask for time at this particular moment?
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Categories: Type 1 Emotions Real Life
Tags: emotions Tucked in type 1
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I get up every morning. I test my bloodsugar, give a morning dose of insulin. I decide where to place my pump in the outfits I'm considering. Some mornings, I wash away pump stickiness in the shower and insert a new canula. Some mornings, I treat a low bloodsugar, quaking and pale at the kitchen counter. All of this, while feeding the cat and getting ready for work. Drying my hair and putting on lip gloss. Trying to find the right shoes and grabbing a book to read at lunch. Diabetes comes with routines that often fit, tucked quietly, into the other routines my life holds. (READ MORE)
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Categories: Type 1 Real Life
Tags: Anxiety Doctor Results
Views: 1231
See that cat, he's jumping for joy - in spite of early-morning stressors...
I thought for sure I was going to be late.
I got in my car at 7:20 - I'd have enough time to make it into Providence for my 8:00 appointment with the doc - with time to spare. But there was traffic. A lot of it.
I was fairly certain my blood pressure would be through the roof when I finally arrived at the doctor's office 5 minutes late. (READ MORE)
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Categories: Type 1 Children Food Highs & Lows Real Life
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Thanksgiving was very nice. The Potash Players' debut of Thanksgiving on Mars was a rousing success. Without giving too much away, the holiday feast takes a dark turn when two astronauts (played by me and Uncle Jimmy) realize they forgot to pack the turkey on the space capsule and encounter two sweet (and juicy) little aliens who'd like to come to dinner.
We've been having some food issues with Charlie. Here's the thing about Charlie. He is one determined little motherscatcher. His determination to get what he wants is great in the classroom and it's great when it comes to sports. But at home, he's frankly out of control. Charlie wants what he wants and he will stop at nothing to get it. This means full-on harassment. My other two kids don't stand a chance as he monopolizes the attention and playtime they get from my wife and me. He is cunning, manipulative and never, ever lets up.
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I spent Saturday at the Providence Convention Center. Getting tattooed. The product of my inking can be seen in the photo attached to this post. The picture, I can assure you, doesn't do it justice. It's really beautiful. And it means a lot to me. The script says "I don't need sleep to dream" and I think the winged goddess looks like something out of a daydream - and like a daydreamer herself.
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