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I get frustrated every day. Diabetes is making me feel like I am semi-losing my mind. I literally have to ask myself everyday, "Am I losing it"? To be honest with you it is scaring me a little. My sugars are all over place. Is this blood sugar roller coaster "normal" for those people out there who are doing "good" with diabetes?
I would like to pose a question to you if you're reading this right now and you are a person with type 1 diabetes and take daily insulin injections. If you have an
A1C of 6 or lower, how often are your sugars in the 200's... if ever?
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I get frustrated every day. Diabetes is making me feel like I am semi-losing my mind. I literally have to ask myself everyday, "Am I losing it"? To be honest with you it is scaring me a little. My sugars are all over place. Is this blood sugar roller coaster "normal" for those people out there who are doing "good" with diabetes?
I would like to pose a question to you if you're reading this right now and you are a person with type 1 diabetes and take daily insulin injections. If you have an
A1C of 6 or lower, how often are your sugars in the 200's... if ever?
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Yesterday I wrote a blog called, "New Adventure". I want to say "thank you" to everyone who took the time to comment on it and thanks to everyone else who continue to visit my site and follow with me in my experiences. This whole thing continues to blow my mind and without all of you it wouldn't be possible.
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Everyone needs to take a personal day every now and then. At least that's how I feel. Lately, It seems like I have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I have been putting in some long days of landscaping work, I just returned from a weekend trip to Omaha, and my girlfriend is in the process of getting a job back in her home state. And needless to say, all of the chaos and daily schedule changes have my blood sugars going a little crazy.
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When I go grocery shopping, I rarely buy junk food. If there's a big game (Yeah, sorry about last night, all you Rockies fans. Sort of sorry anyway. OK, not really sorry at all....), I might buy a bag of chips. Once in a great while, I'll buy brownie mix or I'll make cookies. It's not a regular occurrence around here, however, mainly because we don't have the money in our grocery budget to buy crap like that and also because, well, it's crap. Of little or no nutritional value.
One of the main reasons, though, is because Olivia will just eat it all up. A pan of brownies will be gone in a day. A bag of Doritos? Two sittings. It's ridiculous.
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I wish I could attach Olivia's log for this week so you could see what I'm referring to. She's had some massive changes in blood sugar levels. Tonight, she was 39. When she got home from school, she was a decent 174. Last night? 329. Oy.
I'm pretty sure the day she claimed to be putting in her numbers and bolusing, she really didn't because I haven't seen anything else like that. I haven't said anything to her to that effect, though. I don't want to accuse her of something that I have no way of proving. And if she is right and the pump is starting to go, I don't want her to think I'm doubting her about it. If she thinks I don't believe her, she tends not to tell me things, which is not what I want right now. Or ever, for that matter.
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I came across this article recently
from the BD Newsletter and it got me thinking about how Olivia behaves when her blood sugar is high.
Normally, she's your average teen-ager. She's sometimes sullen, sometimes goofy, sometimes talkative, all in a five minute span. But when her blood sugar is high, she can become weepy, rude, argumentative and very, very unpleasant. The really high highs make her feel sick, but it's the somewhat high highs that I loathe.
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When Charlie started school, I just knew he'd provide me with plenty of material to blog about. Which is good, because we do have our dry spells when he's not doing anything particularly diabetish.
A good journalist goes out and gets the story even when there seemingly isn't one.
"Come on, Charlie, I've got a story to write! Do a little something diabetic for daddy for heaven's sake! Anything!"
"OK, here's the scene: You're blood sugar is pretty high. You're super mad at the world and you don't know why. Maybe you'd like to destroy something of emotional and monetary value? Mommy's English bone china tea cups perhaps? What? Did you hear that? I think the green cup just said you wear pink underpants."
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