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Thursdays have become Racquetball night for me and my friends. As the four of us drove out to play all of my friends kept asking me what was wrong.
"Nothing. I am just thinking." I replied while staring out the window.
I was lost in thought all day after reading the article about the 11 year old girl who died. I wrote about it on my blog and went along with my day still keeping the article in my mind.
There is something that happens to me when I am in a car and I am not driving. I find that I become very reflective looking out the windows and seeing all the people driving by. I wonder what is going on in their lives. Are they in a happy place right now? What is their story? (READ MORE)

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So last night, I did the Dumbest Thing Ever. I had a couple of glasses of wine while we had family over, celebrating a birthday, and after they left, I went to bed and turned on the television. And what was on?

 

Steel freakin' Magnolias.

 

I haven't watched that movie since about a year after Olivia was diagnosed. I tried watching it then and bawled my eyes out. Well, guess what? I did it again last night. Mark was asleep beside me and I had to hold my hands over my mouth to keep from sobbing out loud. It was awful. I couldn't finish watching it.

 

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Just the other day I was speaking with a group of co-workers about different life changing events in the life of someone with diabetes. As we sat there and talked about it I began to reflect on my own. I thought about the different times in my life such as diagnosis time, school, relationships, complications, and work. All things that every person living with diabetes can relate to, or will eventually deal with.

Where were you when you were diagnosed? What were you doing that day or at that particular time in your life? Were you at work? Were you at school? Did you go into a coma or diabetic ketoacidosis? Was your vision so blurry, that like me, you realized you couldn't see the picture on the t.v.?
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Yesterday I revealed to the world that Symlin is giving me tummy trouble, to put it mildly. Just for grins, I got on the scale this morning and I'm down 4 lb. since the weekend. Most of this, we can assume, is, ahem, water weight (bwahahahaha!).
Yesterday was better than the day before, but today has been worse. I'm not nauseated and my appetite continues to diminish, but my tummy is making terrible gurggly noises and sending me to the potty more than I'd like. At least once today I thought about emailing Dr. C to tell him I can't handle it anymore and that this is no way to live or lose weight. (READ MORE)

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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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After a very long day at work and a difficult drive home, I walked into my house and announced that I was home but going to take nap. I marched into my room, dropped my bag at the end of the bed and hit the hay.
My journey into the land of dreams was almost immediate it seemed because no sooner did I close my eyes that I was woke up in a dark room covered in sweat. I had kicked the blankets off and was trying to muster up the energy to sit up.
I could not do it. I heard footsteps around the house. Waiting for those footsteps to get close to my door so I could moan loud enough for someone to come in seemed like an eternity. And still I had no energy. I could hear my wife on the phone talking in what I thought was the dining room and my daughter listening to the Grease soundtrack in her room. (READ MORE)

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I'm sorry.

 

I'm sorry I stumbled into bed at midnight and woke you up; piss drunk on TLC and Discovery channel programming. Back-to-back episodes of Hoarders, dysfunctional tattoo artists and the fascinating sex life of giant sea clams of the Pacific.

 

I know you've had migraines for like eight straight days and the closest thing to real food you've had in the past month has been licking the salt off a tortilla chip.

 

So I'm sorry. I'm sorry I decided, at midnight, to bring you in on my idea for a movie script. You remember - the one about the guy in a coma who is stuck in a dream which becomes his reality. A dream in which he is a wandering homeless man who builds relationships with estranged family members (those at his bedside) urging him to come back.  Now that it's morning, the idea doesn't seem nearly as good. And yes, you were right. A tad depressing.

 

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There is simply nothing more powerful in this world than the love of a parent.  Active, engaged parents make such a difference in the life of any child, even more so in the life of a child with a chronic illness or special needs.

 

I've had the pleasure of meeting quite a few such parents through my work here at dlife, in my outside life working and volunteering for non-profits, and in my social life.  Just recently, I met two of the most amazing parents I think I've ever known.  My friends Joel and Zaira.  

 

These are two people who have made extreme sacrifices to ensure that their son, Lance, has the best of everything in his life.  By the "best of everything,"  I don't mean the latest X-Box, or monetary comforts, or anything else like that.  

 

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Dear NPR Pledge Drive,

 

Not only are you a burden, causing 12 and 13 hour days for staff, understandable listener complaints, and  interruptions in fantastic programming, you come with all sorts of diabetes implications.  You are not nice.  I do not like you very much.

 

Sure, you raise the majority of my funds that keep programming on the air and you are a necessary evil, I get it.  

 

Sure, you give us a chance to tell the stories behind the programming, I get that too.

 

But you get me up at 4:45 AM several days in a week and keep me on the clock through 7:00 PM.  This seriously screws with my body's schedule and sends my bloodsugars into overdrive rollercoaster mode.  It also makes it nearly impossible to exercise without falling over and hurting myself. 

 

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I like to think I'm a pretty easy going person. There's not much that rattles my cage. Well, you might check with The Mr. on that one. I guess what I'm getting at is that up until recently, I haven't really had any diabetes-related pet peeves. Especially not in the realm of Did you actually just say that to me?
There was that one time when a friend of mine forgot I had diabetes and apologized several days later for setting a plate of (burned) cookies (which I didn't eat because they were BURNED) in front of me during a meeting. I sort of laughed that one off. I mean, saying you're sorry for encouraging someone to eat burned cookies is actually a little comical. (READ MORE)

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