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I love to cook. In the spring and summer, I like to try out different salads. In the fall and winter months, my kitchen is brimming with bubbling pots of soups and stews. So today, with a dusting of snow on the ground and football on the TV, it seemed like the perfect day to make chili.
Ever since I was diagnosed with diabetes--and especially now that I'm that I'm trying to lose weight--healthy cooking has become a priority. I've learned a few tricks for keeping full on the fewest calories and carbs, like drinking lots of water, substituting a relaxing cup tea for dessert and filling up on lots of veggies.
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I love to cook. In the spring and summer, I like to try out different salads. In the fall and winter months, my kitchen is brimming with bubbling pots of soups and stews. So today, with a dusting of snow on the ground and football on the TV, it seemed like the perfect day to make chili.
Ever since I was diagnosed with diabetes--and especially now that I'm that I'm trying to lose weight--healthy cooking has become a priority. I've learned a few tricks for keeping full on the fewest calories and carbs, like drinking lots of water, substituting a relaxing cup tea for dessert and filling up on lots of veggies.
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I love to cook. In the spring and summer, I like to try out different salads. In the fall and winter months, my kitchen is brimming with bubbling pots of soups and stews. So today, with a dusting of snow on the ground and football on the TV, it seemed like the perfect day to make chili.
Ever since I was diagnosed with diabetes--and especially now that I'm that I'm trying to lose weight--healthy cooking has become a priority. I've learned a few tricks for keeping full on the fewest calories and carbs, like drinking lots of water, substituting a relaxing cup tea for dessert and filling up on lots of veggies.
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Remember that song that the Red Hot Chili Peppers covered? Roller Coaster of Love? I always think of Olivia's crazy blood sugars when I hear that song. And this week, that song has been on a permanent loop in my head.
Starting on Saturday, Olivia's blood sugar never got below 168. She mentioned that she was running high, but I didn't download her pump information until Monday. That's when I saw exactly how high she'd been running. It wasn't pretty.
She had a high of 527. Most of her blood sugars were hovering around the 300 mark. This was exacerbated by the fact that, once again, she's been neglecting to test and put the blood sugar reading into her pump. On Saturday, there were only 2 readings in the pump. Everything else was just a bolus for carb intake.
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Remember that song that the Red Hot Chili Peppers covered? Roller Coaster of Love? I always think of Olivia's crazy blood sugars when I hear that song. And this week, that song has been on a permanent loop in my head.
Starting on Saturday, Olivia's blood sugar never got below 168. She mentioned that she was running high, but I didn't download her pump information until Monday. That's when I saw exactly how high she'd been running. It wasn't pretty.
She had a high of 527. Most of her blood sugars were hovering around the 300 mark. This was exacerbated by the fact that, once again, she's been neglecting to test and put the blood sugar reading into her pump. On Saturday, there were only 2 readings in the pump. Everything else was just a bolus for carb intake.
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Sometimes I think it would be easier to be Type 1. Being on multiple daily injections would require me to be on multiple daily blood sugar tests. Not that being Type 2 doesn't require that, but while I don't always eat right and test when I should, I am dilligent about taking my long-acting insulin and Metformin. Getting myself to test more often (so that I could take the right amount of medicine) might just get me to do the rest right.
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I knew he was high when I walked in the door;
His body was twitching, there was nary a snore.
His complexion was rosy, his hair dampened black;
I knew he was high before the pricker went "clack!"
The horrible number stayed like a tattoo,
Spitefully showcasing 392.
With insulin active, we gave it an hour
And whispered a prayer to a higher power.
I awoke from a dream that Obama had won
When Susanne said, "Carey! He's 421!"
I stumbled to his bedside, my wits on the fringe;
Susanne poured juice and loaded a syringe.
I pinched some plump flesh on the back of his arm,
Inserted the needle, then set my alarm.
2:30 am - I walked through a fog,
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