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Categories: Type 1 Type 2 Insulin & Pumps Emotions Real Life
Tags: graveyard insulin OmniPod
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I have a love relationship with my insulin. Every diffused dose I have taken over the years found its way into my system with appreciation, even if it stung like the bejesus at times. Like an addict, the smooth emptying of a syringe or cannula gives me immediate comfort, and I know that my body is staying up to date on its hormonal needs. I know the energy I consume can go to work and my internal hemoglobic labyrinth is not under any stress. (READ MORE)
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Categories: Type 1 Type 2 Oral Meds Insulin & Pumps Relationships Emotions Real Life
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I was sitting outside while the kids played in the cul-de-sac. There were new friends for the kids; new neighbors. The weather was nice. Her shirt said St. Louis Cardinals and we had an instant hometown connection. We chatted a lot and The Mr. made a friend with her husband. He always waved to me as I pulled into the driveway; we chatted periodically.
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The last time I remember talking to him I was bringing groceries into the house. He walked up the driveway to talk about an aquarium he had taken his two boys to. He had been off work for several weeks as they worked out some babysitter issues. They both worked graveyard at a casino so it was challenging to find good overnight care for their boys. He wanted to tell me how not worth it the aquarium was. At the time it seemed odd that he sought me out to have that discussion.
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Categories: Type 2 Food Emotions
Tags: diabetes diet eating guilt
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There are some days that-despite fresh comments from my husband about 'someday having to cut off Mommy's foot'-I say to him "I'm going to get some ice cream." Those are usually the days he knows I need my fix to feel better because stress in one form or another has gotten the best of me.
And then there are the days when I sit in the parking lot of the grocery store eating a triple chocolate Drumstick because I know I can't scarf it down before I get home. (I bet this gets eaten on the way home, the cashier quips with a smile.) I head to the store under the auspices of getting milk or cereal for the next morning, but it's also an excuse to find something to feed my nasty habit. I really can't pass up a candy bar stand in a grocery store; although, I used to be able to. (READ MORE)
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