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I was HORRIFIED earlier this month when I read Halle Berry announced she was cured of type 1 diabetes because she had
"weened [sic] herself off insulin." As most readers of dLife would know, that just ain't possible (yet).
But I found
this interview from December 2005 that may clear things up. She may not remember her medical history, but in this story she clearly identifies it as type 2 diabetes. And even says she was a little overweight as a teen, as though that explains it.
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Things are better today. I appreciated the comments I got on my “
What the F?” post. I agree, yeah sometimes I do probably think things to death. And yes, we all have “those days” from time to time- diabetes or no diabetes. Like I said, writing those posts in my “diary” (blog) made me feel much better. I said that it was good to see my diary again … and I meant it.
I also meant what I said about my martial arts and my health and being thankful for having the physical abilities that I am graced with. I try and maintain that positive outlook all the time.
With that being said and put aside for the time being, I would like to talk about a few other things today. I would really like to hear from you guys. If you don’t have the ability to comment, you should really see about becoming a member of dlife. We would love to have you contribute your two cents in the comment section below.
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I made a note on my calendar to call Dr. S today about the bloodwork I had done last week. His nurse told me it may be a week or two before I got results and that I could call any time to see if they were in.
I got impatient (go figure!) and called yesterday. After going through automated phone Hell, I got to the voice mail of the nurse. Her mailbox said feel free to leave a message, but be aware that it may take me 72 hours to get back to you. *sigh*
So I left a message fully expecting NOT to hear from her any time soon. I considered calling again today, but even though I'm impatient I'm not a pest. Well, maybe sometimes.
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I couldn't do it. I couldn't tell
Sarge to hit the bricks. ((Insert big sigh here.))
I had very good intentions to do so. Monday morning when I got downstairs I let Sarge out of his crate so he could go outside while I ate breakfast. He was remarkably calm and didn't jump on me like he usually does. I briefly reconsidered walking with him. And then he jumped on the front door making an awful slam that shook the whole house while I was trying to close it quietly so as not to wake up everyone. That's when I changed my mind again. And then, while I was watching the local news and gingerly eating my yogurt, Sarge started whining, which he rarely does prior to our walk.
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When to tell?
I have accepted a new job. It's in a new city (half way across the country!!). It's with new people. New people who don't know that I have diabetes.
It was during my four-year tenure at my current job that I was diagnosed. I had no problem telling just about everyone in my very small office about diabetes. I already knew them and their personalities.
It's different now. I have a problem with going in to the boss on my first day and saying, "Hey, guess what..." I also have a problem with waiting three months until my benefits kick in, or even longer when someone sees me checking my sugar (or doesn't know what to do if I pass out) to say, "Oh, yeah, maybe I should have told you sooner."
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In addition to the normal things I worry about (I worry. A lot.), like, did I remember to feed the dog and did I mail the cable bill, I worry about my kids. Why does The Bug only have three teeth, still, when she's a year old? Is she going to be the only toothless kindergartner? Will Boo ever learn to say
chocolate properly? (Don't follow that link unless you have a sense of humour.) Did I get everything on Olivia's back to school list? Is my son going to have that horrendous beard for the rest of his life? (Seriously. It's hideous. It's like pubic hair. Nasty.) But now I'm worrying incessantly about Isobel.
Maybe it's a fluke, maybe it's a urinary tract infection. Maybe she's just not peeing enough during the day and it's all coming out at night. Maybe maybe maybe.
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Olivia is planning on going trick-or-treating tonight. She's 13, so a bit old to be doing it, but she's using her little sister as an excuse. Who am I to knock that? I did the same thing all the way thru high school - hey, someone had to take my sister out. My parents were more than happy to let me do it.
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This
article came to my attention a few weeks ago via Penny at
My Son Has Diabetes . I thought it was melodramatic in the extreme and felt it needed a response. Here's what I said:
Everything in moderation - Aristotle. I find that's a good philosophy when it comes to Halloween candy.
Your melodramatic column screams about the massive rate of diabetes among adults and children. Yet what you fail to note is that the majority of children with diabetes have TYPE 1 diabetes, a vastly different disease than Type 2.
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I haven't had much to blog about lately and that's not necessarily a bad thing. Many times I get the motivation to write something simply out of frustration with my diabetes. A lot of times people write about things that are bothering them. People also share experiences they go through where diabetes somehow negatively comes into play.
I am happy to say that today and the past week have been pretty good for me.
I have been working more, working out a lot, and having surprisingly great control over my blood sugars.
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