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I sat at the stop sign at Love Street and Coal. Just a block away I got into my car after eating lunch. I had been good having just a sandwich, a glass of water and a handful of wheat thins crackers. I felt satisfied, not hungry and ready to go back to work. I was thanking Byetta for my lack of appetite. In fact, I remember thinking that I could have easily skipped lunch.
But between my house and Love Street the two sides of my brain prepared for battle. Going straight on Coal meant going back to work. It meant skipping the gas station or the drug store where I would break the $20 bill in my wallet for a cheap thrill. Going straight meant I had will power, that I didn't need chocolate, that I could make it through the afternoon at my desk without that rush. (READ MORE)

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Blueberries can help prevent diabetes - Irish Health.com

 

Yeah, sure. In two-headed rainbow-colored unicorns.

 

 

Nicely stepped in diabetes - Jefferies (Japan)

 

Ew! Gross! Poor Nicely. I hope those weren't his new shoes.

 

 

Diabetes Quick Fix: Pork chops flavored with apple butter - Charleston Gazette

 

The elusive cure to diabetes was in our local grocery all along.  Fine cuisine! Who knew?

 

 

Poodle keeps Oshkosh teen on top of her diabetes - Sheboygan Press

 

"Elizabeth! If you don't test your blood sugar this instant, so help me God I will crap on your pillow!"

 

"But, Patches ...."

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Life is full of simple pleasures.

Today I slept in until 12. I made some coffee. I drank about 4 cups. I had a nice little breakfast. I turned on the tv and actually caught a decent movie. The movie was, "The Broken Trail" with Robert Duval. It was about some good ol' cowboys taking some horses about 800 miles or so through some beautiful country in Wyoming. The movie really hit home with me this morning. I love to be outside. I love that I am country guy and that I am in my element when I am out in the wilderness. I love a good fire and a good meal. Sometimes I am happiest with just a cup of coffee and maybe a smoke if I feel like it.

Bottom line is today I was depressed.

I had a nice breakfast, watched that great movie, drank my coffee, and then tested my sugar.
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Last week, I started a blog entry:

 

An Internal Battle
 
Why do I want a CGMS? Right now, I'm not so sure. There have been numerous points in the last year where I've said how much better my quality of life would be if I had some more diabetes technology. There have been other points this year when I've said, you know I'm not sure my return on investment here is worth it.

 

I had intended to work on that entry over the weekend, but couldn’t find the words past this paragraph. One day last week I had really considered calling the medical-supply company I’m working with to get the DexCom to tell them to just forget it. And pretty quickly I decided not to, to allow myself to have access to the best technology to treat my disease. I decided to just let it go and see what happens.

 

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My view of diabetes changes with the tides it seems. Sometimes I look at it as a lifestyle that I must adopt to stay healthy. Sometimes I look at it as a challenge in which I can take on and beat. Other times I look at it as a curse.
Right now, I look at my diabetes as a battle. A battle that I don't want to fight. Not now.
The problem is all of the fighting will never stop. We just fight and fight and there is no winning. No matter how much I stay in control or how much exercise I do, I will still have diabetes. My a1c can be the same as someone without diabetes but my battle will continue. (READ MORE)

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Fear of needles. Fear of blood. Fear of hospitals or doctors. These are all normal phobias in the world. People commonly relate to one or all of these fears, whether from bad experiences, horror stories or movies/TV shows.

 

But for a diabetic, what are our fears? Of course, many diabetics deal with the fear of needles, blood or hospitals/doctors. I'm fine with the needles and the blood, but I have a strong dislike towards doctors. I wouldn't say I'm afraid of them, but I don't particularly like to hear what they have to say (this stems from every doctor's appointment in my past that I would leave crying from because my control just wasn't good enough).

 

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In the hours after Charlie eats pizza, I can't help like feeling as if diabetes is stringing us along. Like it has set the bait and is waiting for us to take it.

When Charlie's blood sugar is 90 (as it was recently) five hours after eating pizza, I'd like to believe that we're out of the woods, but I can't. I can see the smirky face of diabetes grinning and hoping that I take the bait and pump Charlie up with some more carbs only to get burnt from the pizza in the sixth or seventh hour. It's a game of chicken. It takes much patience and many test strips.

At times like this I feel like Vizzini from the movie The Princess Bride, engaging diabetes in a "battle of wits."

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The JDRF Promise Ball is coming up in just a matter of two weeks! I can't believe it's already here. I don't feel prepared at all. Sure, I've been fundraising for months and getting all that in order. But the rest of me isn't prepared to take a night to remember diabetes for the past year of my life.

 

Last year's Promise Ball was absolutely amazing. I took three of my friends with me; we got to dress up, valet park my car and eat a fancy dinner. As amazing as it was, it still brings me to tears today (almost one year later). Because the most amazing part was seeing how much was raised in one single night to find a cure for diabetes.

 

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 Like a fever, it just breaks. It finally did for us, today. Thank God. Five days of runaway high blood sugars. Now that the dust has settled, it appears as if we've just emerged from a growth spurt. Gives "growing pains" a whole new meaning.

 

If daily life with diabetes is a battle, then this occasional week of hell is a bloody battle along the lines of Braveheart. It's a drunk and belligerent Mel Gibson in blue-painted face slinging swords and anti-Semitic remarks at us for a full week.

 

The fact that we have weeks like this from time to time does not make it any easier. It's not even that Charlie's blood sugars were super high. It's that they stayed in the 230 to 310 range for so long. Full days where we couldn't get his blood sugar below 200 no matter how many basal adjustments and site changes. Happy New Year, diabetes!

 

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A friend of mine died last night, following a battle with lymphoma. The disease came back last summer after he had been in remission about a year. It was discovered about a week after my daughter was born. The prognosis was not good with a recurrence within a year at mid-life. He was only 45 and left two teenage children.
We had fallen out of touch in recent years, but I knew through his sister that he had been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. (READ MORE)

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