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In the life of a diabetic, blood draws are fairly common. I can remember being a little girl in my pediatric endo's office waiting for the inevitable butterfly needle after the appointment. My mom and I claimed that the nurses in the hospital were always rougher than the ones in my normal physician's office. It seemed like those quarterly blood draws hurt more and more every time.

 

But I was always used to them. Needles never have been my problem. Maybe it's because before I even begin to remember things, I can remember diabetes. Needles and those blood draws are so common to me that I know no other way. But even though I'm not scared of needles or opposed to the routine draw, I still hate the way it all happens now.

 

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This morning I set about getting Lantus and figuring out the doctor situation from yesterday. So I followed my plan to call the new doctor's nurse first then the CDE I know at the clinic if that didn't work. I was prepared to raise a little "cane" if need be, but desperately hoped they would make it easy.

 

I called the new doctor's nurse wanting to speak to the nice one that I spoke to yesterday. Unfortunately, she wasn't in. So I ended up speaking to another nurse, who was quite rude. When she first began the phone call, she wouldn't let me speak to tell her about the issue which got the whole thing off to a rocky start.

 

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When you're stuck in an exam room for more than three hours waiting for the nurse practitioner, a bit of cabin fever sets in.  There are only so many times I can check Charlie's blood pressure and peer into his ears with an otoscope before it becomes boring. And only so many times I can let him smack me on the ass with a tongue depressor.  

 

Luckily, I had my camera on me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Both of my doctors, my endocrinologist and the doctor in charge of my bio-identical treatment, have sent disability status letters for me. It actually took very little effort, despite the initial feedback from the nurses in the beginning. I'm happy to get these out of the way and go forward with the process. I'll also be writing my own letter to support my case with a personal note.

 

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As many of you have read this week in my other blogs, I have had a lot going on. I have a very important job interview today and besides that many people I know have been dealing with a variety of health issues. One issue that is very personal and by far the most important is that my very own Poppa has some stuff going on. I was reluctant to share this information with everyone until I got a better idea myself of what exactly was happening.

At this point, I am extremely thankful, but it appears he will be ok. We still don't know a whole lot right now, but ultimately we did learn that he will begin taking medication for type 2 diabetes. My dad will began taking the medication called Metformin, due to having very high blood sugars. I am so unbelievably thankful that we have caught this early enough that hopefully he will continue to remain healthy.
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I was finally able to get my lab results from my doctor's appointment back on the 7th today. As the agent read me the doctor's notes, I began to laugh. At this point, it's comical when the doctors or nurses begin telling me that my blood sugar is high or how I should change it and that I need to come in every few weeks to get it under control. I just want to punch them in the face really.

 

The agent read off that the doctor wanted me to increase my Lantus by one unit until my morning numbers were steadily at 150 (when my morning numbers are actually quite perfect, it's those post prandials that get me). My blood sugar at the time of the draw was 158 and she was alarmed by this. I wonder how alarmed she'd be that I was 394 after yoga today (don't ask me how it happens that you can spike that high after a workout, the body is evil).

 

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This might be a little tough for me to write because, frankly, it was a little tough for me to hear. Especially coming from such a tough guy.

 

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Last week, I spent some time at work familiarizing myself with the School Advisory Toolkit. It's a guide for newly diagnosed or new to school parents that walks them through how diabetes plays into education. It also includes sections for the teachers and administrators to make sure all sides understand the issue.

 

As I reviewed the SAT (School Advisory Toolkit), I recalled my own education with diabetes. Since I was diagnosed in March when I was 4 years old, I'd made it a short way into pre-kindergarten, which also meant that almost all of my school career would be entwined with diabetes.

 

In pre-K, I had the most understanding and comforting teacher. She took extensive time to learn what needed to be done for me. Although I have no real recollection of her, I know that she was a strong foundation for both my diabetes and education. She was a creative teacher who loved her kids.

 

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The nurse slapped the small piece of paper down on the table.

 

I glanced at the 8.2 and then looked away, disinterested. I figured as much. Like I said, it’s been a high summer.

 

I spoke to the nutritionist first, then the CDE and then the doctor.

 

Charlie’s height is trending fine, but his weight had dipped in the last three to six months. Despite the A1c of 8.2, Charlie couldn’t have heard better news from the dietician.

 

"Let’s up his food. Make it more like 185 to 200 carbs per day."

 

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I am awake, but not really.  There is a gray fog wrapped about my head, twirling in my eyes.  And my eyes are itching, watering a little.  My tongue and my teeth are absent, though I have a vague idea they're still there in my mouth.  Missing in action too, my ability to vocalize appropriately.  I test my speech and manage a breath and then "gug gug."  

 

I see the ceiling above my head, white with the one little crack, or is it a crack?  Crack?  Where did that word come from?  The ceiling sure looks bright.  I like bright.  Bride?  In white.  Like the ceiling.  Where am I?

 

"Home."  I think, and I might slur it aloud.   "Machine."  

 

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