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Kerri asked on her other blog today
(Six Until Me) if sleep deprivation affects diabetes care. I can give an answer to that: It's a resounding yes.
I am constantly tired. Not only do I have a 19 year-old son and Olivia (and no one told me that 13 was going to be so exhausting), I have two little girls. The youngest, who is 17 months old, is still waking up 4, 5, sometimes 6 times a night and she wants to nurse every. single. time. Even if I go to bed at 11, I'm still not getting a full night's sleep. Heck, I could go to bed at 8 and still not get a full night's sleep. It's maddening.
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It's quite possibly one of the worst things I go through as a diabetic: the ongoing debate between the rational and irrational sides of my brain. I can't tell you how many times I've tried to push the thought out of my head to buy candy or junk food only to have my irrational side drive me to the nearest convenience store.
I've never been hypnotized, although my junior high friends and I all tried to hypnotize each other during sleep overs, but I'm starting to seriously consider it lately as a way to modify my eating habits. I mean, if people use it to stop smoking and women can use it for
childbirth and dentists use it for patients who are fearful of getting a cavity filled, then why can't I use it to get me to stop eating junk?
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Spring Break is coming up in three weeks. I'm heading out to the tropics. My wardrobe: swimsuits, shorts, tank tops and short skirts. Of course, I'm thinking about how my body is going to look in a bikini and hip-hugging shorts. I decided I need to lose the extra pounds I put on in the last few weeks (amazing how fast it jumps up without you even noticing).
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I just realized that I have been using an insulin pump for over two years! I missed my Pump Anniversary!
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No, not an unpublished picture book from
Eric Carle's darker days. This very hungry vampire is full-bellied and satisfied after "pigging out" on Charlie's blood all night; his fingertips unknowingly served buffet style while he slept.
The mood was ripe for basal testing. It wasn't a site-change day. There wasn't a cold brewing. He didn't have pizza or any other type of slow-digesting fatty foods. He didn't have an excessive amount of physical activity during the day. He wasn't ovulating (that's certainly good news). He wasn't on steroids (yet). Baseball doesn't start until Spring. He didn't have a meltdown just prior to bedtime because he thought his sister was being "sartastic" when she said his victory over the whomping willow tree in the Harry Potter Chamber of Secrets video game was "fascinating." Yes, the mood was ripe.
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I did an
insulin pump infusion set site change this morning, by the ubiquitous lamp light on the dresser. My fiance (seven weeks until the wedding!) and I were talking about thresholds for pain and how I don't have much tolerance for emotional pain but my threshold for physical pain is high.
"I know. You can stick yourself with needles all day long but you freak out if you see a spider." He grinned at me.
"I know that needles aren't going to try and crawl on my head at night, that's for sure."
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I want to be healthy. I want to live as long as I can. I want to be complication free. I want to not have diabetes.
3 of those 4 statements above I can actually do something about. I can watch what I eat, exercise, and check my blood sugar all the time. I cannot cure myself but if I can take care of the other three then I would be doing pretty good in my book.
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For months now I have been waiting to do this. I had only to get my veins into a lab and have my
A1C taken so my experiment could be put into motion. I had my end of the supplies ordered up and the rest was up to the dueling laboratories of,
BIOSAFE and my local medical facility.
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It had been more than a week since I had talked to Mom. This is nearly unheard of in our world, but it does occasionally happen. My busy life with three kids and their busy retirement life are the culprits.
So last night when Dad called to see if I knew about my brother's trip to Korea encountering problem after problem that eventually required him to come home to Missouri from Seattle, I was finally able to catch Mom up on what's going on in our lives.
"Did you know No. 2 has a double ear infection," I asked her.
"No, no didn't know that," she said.
"No. 3 is recovering nicely from her upper respiratory nastiness, but The Mr. is still battling a rough cough," I told her.
"OK, OK. And how are things going with the pump?" she wanted to know.
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Last week, I started a new "game" with myself. I call it
Five For Five. I focus on five healthy habits for five days, earning points as I go and working toward a reward. Each week, the points accumulate for an even bigger reward.
I'm proud to report that I earned 23 of a possible 25 points last week. My daily habits were drinking three liters of water, exercising for at least 30 minutes, doing 25 sit-ups, testing my blood sugar three out of four times and not eating any junk. I expected finding 30 minutes to exercise each day would be my biggest challenge, but it turns out that wasn't the case.
The two points I missed last week were for sit-ups. The first one, I'd gotten as far as 15 when the little boy started having a melt down next to me. I thought I'd get back to the other 10 in a little while, but the day got away from me and I forgot. Then on the last day of the game, I didn't do them at all.
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