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Remember a while back, when I said Olivia was a pretty compliant, easy-going kid? Yeah, well karma just came and bit me in the arse. Holy mood swings, Batman!
I don't know what's going on with her (besides the fact that she's a 13 year-old girl), but I'm about at my wits end. She's sullen, she's mouthy, she's on the phone all. the. freaking. time. But what's really pissing me off is her failure to check her blood sugar.
Up until a week or so ago, I'd ask her every time I saw her eating something and before every meal, if she'd check. She'd say yes or no, depending, and everything was fine. Suddenly, though, I'm getting this attitude.
"Did you check?" I'd ask.
HUGE, HEAVING sigh, pffffing of the hair and a long, drawn out, sarcastic "Yessssssss, Mother, I diiiiiiiiiiid."
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For the past few weeks, my diabetes management has really gone by the wayside. I've been so consumed with my job, my new project, school, and catching up on things that I haven't been able to invest the time that I usually do with my diabetes. And it's giving me a guilty conscious.
Typically, I look at my averages every day and analyze for daily trends I see. I upload at least once a month and analyze all of that data. I count carbs fairly accurately, instead of just plugging in a number that sounds "about right." And I make sure to treat accordingly.
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I was just sitting at my desk working on an extremely important project (
FDL standings) when a co-worker stopped in his tracks as he walked by my desk, squinting into my eyes.
"Whoa! What happened to you?"
"Huh?"
"Did you get beat up?"
"What? No." I didn't know what the hell he was talking about.
"The purple under your eyes. Looks like you got beat up," he continued.
"Oh, that?" I said, touching the corner of my eye near the bridge of my nose. "No, that's just lack of sleep, I guess. That's what getting up every night at two or three in the morning will do to you."
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I have yet to really "weigh-in" or write a specific blog on a topic that is regularly discussed among people with diabetes. This is something diabetics deal with on a daily basis. For lack of a better word, I am talking about ignorance. Basically, as diabetics we talk with people everyday who lack a BASIC understanding of what exactly diabetes is. Heck, even I, will be the first to admit to you that I couldn't tell you EXACTLY what it is. I don't know all the medical terminology or the exact biological process that I went through as I was becoming diabetic. NOR DO I EXPECT everyone else too. I am not saying that it's wrong that people don't understand what diabetes is, but what I am saying, is that if you don't know what a "low" is or what "insulin" does, or what it basically means to be diabetic, 'please', at least speaking for MYSELF, 'don't act like you do'.
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So, hi. I haven't been around for a bit. No excuses, really, other than life getting in the way.
Well, life and a bit of embarrassment thrown in for good measure. You see, I've fallen off the logging wagon.
I know why. We had to move and I packed up the computer that had the log sheet program on it. For a couple of weeks, while all of our stuff was in boxes, I just didn't log. And I rarely looked at Olivia's pump or meter, either. I'd ask her every day how she was doing, but other than that, nothing.
When I would go over her numbers, I could find no pattern to her highs and lows. Nothing was jumping out at me and it was frustrating and unfortunately, I stuck my head in the sand over it.
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So, hi. I haven't been around for a bit. No excuses, really, other than life getting in the way.
Well, life and a bit of embarrassment thrown in for good measure. You see, I've fallen off the logging wagon.
I know why. We had to move and I packed up the computer that had the log sheet program on it. For a couple of weeks, while all of our stuff was in boxes, I just didn't log. And I rarely looked at Olivia's pump or meter, either. I'd ask her every day how she was doing, but other than that, nothing.
When I would go over her numbers, I could find no pattern to her highs and lows. Nothing was jumping out at me and it was frustrating and unfortunately, I stuck my head in the sand over it.
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Am I a man, or even a person- or just a type with an age?
Should I be mad at what they think-what kind of war should I wage?
"You can overcome diabetes and make it part of your past"
But as an autoimmune, I declare that their thinking should not last!
"Check your blood sugar; you seem to be having a bad day"
Must it always be related to diabetes in every way?
"Should you be eating that brownie, too much sugar you know"
Should I explain the meaning of bolus and my expertise in insulin flow?
"Why, here, did you go so low- you really deserve this excessive blame"
It is just one bad day- not always easy to play this daily game!
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Am I a man, or even a person- or just a type with an age?
Should I be mad at what they think-what kind of war should I wage?
"You can overcome diabetes and make it part of your past"
But as an autoimmune, I declare that their thinking should not last!
"Check your blood sugar; you seem to be having a bad day"
Must it always be related to diabetes in every way?
"Should you be eating that brownie, too much sugar you know"
Should I explain the meaning of bolus and my expertise in insulin flow?
"Why, here, did you go so low- you really deserve this excessive blame"
It is just one bad day- not always easy to play this daily game!
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Olivia recently pulled a stunt that simultaneously scared the crap out of me and made me madder that a sack full of wet cats.
She, against my instructions, set up an account on My Space. I found out she had it a while ago and would check her site every few days just to make sure everything was kept above board. She mostly used it to talk to her friends and to check out celebrities like Hannah Freakin' Montana. Oy. I let her know that I knew about it and that I was checking it out and she was fine with that.
Until this weekend, however. She changed her age to read 17 (she's 13) and some random guy contacted her. They talked for a bit until he started getting graphic at which point, she told him to leave her alone. What made me angry was that she gave the guy her name, her school and her address. What sent me thru the roof was that I didn't hear this from her, but rather from the vice principal at her school. Yeah, that one went over well.
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Olivia recently pulled a stunt that simultaneously scared the crap out of me and made me madder that a sack full of wet cats.
She, against my instructions, set up an account on My Space. I found out she had it a while ago and would check her site every few days just to make sure everything was kept above board. She mostly used it to talk to her friends and to check out celebrities like Hannah Freakin' Montana. Oy. I let her know that I knew about it and that I was checking it out and she was fine with that.
Until this weekend, however. She changed her age to read 17 (she's 13) and some random guy contacted her. They talked for a bit until he started getting graphic at which point, she told him to leave her alone. What made me angry was that she gave the guy her name, her school and her address. What sent me thru the roof was that I didn't hear this from her, but rather from the vice principal at her school. Yeah, that one went over well.
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