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It woke me up just before 2 a.m.

 

I was uncomfortable and confused; hot.

 

The Mr. was sleeping soundly next to me, but I didn't have the strength to shake him awake.

 

My heart was pounding like a cartoon character in love -- in and out of my chest.

 

I felt like I was hyperventilating.

 

Finally awake and aware of what was happening to me, I eyed my meter; it was just an arm's length away but felt so, so far.

 

I tried to reach for it, but my arms flopped around like the bones and muscles had been removed.

 

So tired. I just wanted to sleep. I felt like a coma.

 

The Mr. was still sleeping and I still didn't have the strength to shake him awake.

 

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* This just in from the Potash Research Facility. In a five-day study involving the consumption of Frosted Mini-Wheats cereal for breakfast, one patient (Charlie) demonstrated postprandial blood glucose levels that - in scientific terms - didn't suck. Glucose levels peaked at about 200 mg/dl, a marked reduction from the postprandial effect of blueberry waffles. Chief Scientist Susanne Potash observed positive results in four out of five days. The patient's reaction, however, after being told that he'd be having more Mini-Wheats and less blueberry waffles for breakfast, did suck.

 

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In the last several weeks at work I've gotten two "Is that your phone?" comments about Dex, one "Is that your pager?" comment about Toohey and one "I think we just violated HIPPA" comment. Oh, and two very long, in-depth conversations about diabetes, pumps and continuous glucose monitors. It's interesting how much of this information had become visceral to me... I found myself explaining things I hadn't thought I would need to but realized that basic diabetes knowledge is not so common.

 

Actually, I take that back. Some people know enough about diabetes to be dangerous, but what they have no clue about is pumps and CGM. Which is fine. In fact, today I told a co-worker after a lengthy conversation about how the pump and the CGM work that I don’t mind talking about it. I clarified by saying as long as I wasn’t being judged and people who were asking questions were willing to accept that I am the expert.

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The other night two of my buddies and I met up for a night of Racquetball and dinner together. This, like Disc Golf, has become a new obsession with me. It is yet another way for me to find a fun way to exercise. I think about playing all day long! It truly has become an obsession.
My favorite thing about Racquetball is the amount of sweat I produce. When you are exercising and sweating, you just know that you are doing something positive. Albeit, I am usually short of breath, slow to get to the ball, rarely win a game, and take breaks often, I still cannot get enough. Each time we play I find I can play harder longer. (READ MORE)

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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. (READ MORE)

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I woke up at six this morning to sweaty sheets, shaking and that feeling in my stomach. I checked my blood sugar: 48. I attempted to swing my legs out of bed, but couldn't find the strength. So I grabbed the emergency kit under my bed and downed the glucose tabs. I think I ended up eating eight or nine of them. I wasn't really counting. I was telling myself, "Eat the sugar. Don't pass out." Not at all concerned about the blood sugar after treating the low. (READ MORE)

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I checked, double checked and triple checked the TSA website to make sure I knew every law before I made my flight. I found out diabetics can carry water, juice and all supplies on board the plane. I read all my rights when or if they searched me or my bag. (READ MORE)

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I was reading through the dLife Viewpoints section today and saw a post that really hit home.

 

It's called "Bested by a Can of Tomato Soup" by Scott Johnson and I think it should be required reading for type 3's and other people without diabetes.

 

Counting carbs can sometimes be a difficult and maddening situation.

 

And we do it for virtually every meal every day. I mean, we are supposed to.

 

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"Mom, I've been peeing a lot today. Prolly five times since we got home," No. 1 says to me as I'm lying on the bed counting the seconds until the kids go to bed. Yes, it's been a stressful, well, five days, and I can't wait to go back to work. But I digress.
No. 1 has been "complaining" quite a bit lately about his need to frequently see a man about a horse. He doesn't know that those comments make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. My head goes right to worst-case scenario, although reality does tell me that he has no obvious symptoms on the diabetes checklist.
Sure, he's going potty more often than he thinks he should, but he's not drinking obsessively, he's not overly tired (usually beats me out of bed in the morning, in fact), doesn't have an insatiable hunger, nada. (READ MORE)

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Last night my buddy and I played some Racquetball. When I got off of work at 4:00 pm the temperature outside was a whopping 104° F. I figured this would be a total sweat fest and a great opportunity to melt some pounds off.   

 

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