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Many of us have wondered "Why me?" when confronting this disease. It’s easy to get caught up in pity when you’re diagnosed with a chronic illness. We want a reason for our diabetes. Not a medical cause, but a legitimate human reason. What did we do to bring this on ourselves? Is it some sort of punishment? Is it a test? Is it God’s/god’s/the universe’s doing?

 

The "Why me?" question seems to be a necessary phase in order to fully cope with diabetes. Granted, we may never find a true answer to why this happens to us, but processing the information and coming to terms with it helps us deal.

 

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In anticipation of my end of the month endo appointment, I have to go for fasting blood work this week. I'm dreading it. To me, this one of the most inconvenient things in the world for several reasons.
First off, it has taken years for me to get into the habit of eating breakfast. Now that I'm a regular at the breakfast table, I'm completely hooked on the most important meal of the day. I can't leave home without it.
Second, I don't think its safe for me to drive on an empty stomach. It's kind of like not drinking liquor on an empty stomach. It's just a bad idea. I'm low, I'm shakey, I can't see straight. I'm liable to curse at anyone who crosses my path, even if they do have the right of way. Granted, the doctors office is down the hill and around the bend, literally 3 minutes away. But still, I'm not fond of driving before eating. (READ MORE)

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Remember that song that the Red Hot Chili Peppers covered? Roller Coaster of Love? I always think of Olivia's crazy blood sugars when I hear that song. And this week, that song has been on a permanent loop in my head.

Starting on Saturday, Olivia's blood sugar never got below 168. She mentioned that she was running high, but I didn't download her pump information until Monday. That's when I saw exactly how high she'd been running. It wasn't pretty.

She had a high of 527. Most of her blood sugars were hovering around the 300 mark. This was exacerbated by the fact that, once again, she's been neglecting to test and put the blood sugar reading into her pump. On Saturday, there were only 2 readings in the pump. Everything else was just a bolus for carb intake.
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Remember that song that the Red Hot Chili Peppers covered? Roller Coaster of Love? I always think of Olivia's crazy blood sugars when I hear that song. And this week, that song has been on a permanent loop in my head.

Starting on Saturday, Olivia's blood sugar never got below 168. She mentioned that she was running high, but I didn't download her pump information until Monday. That's when I saw exactly how high she'd been running. It wasn't pretty.

She had a high of 527. Most of her blood sugars were hovering around the 300 mark. This was exacerbated by the fact that, once again, she's been neglecting to test and put the blood sugar reading into her pump. On Saturday, there were only 2 readings in the pump. Everything else was just a bolus for carb intake.
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Olivia had a pretty decent low on Friday. She was 95 on initial check and dropped to 60 five minutes later. She informed her teacher and immediately asked to go to the nurses office (which is our protocol).

When she relayed the incident to me, I asked if anyone had walked down with her. "No," was the answer. I didn't get mad at her, just said that she needed to have someone walk her the next time she was that low. Dropping 35 points in five minutes concerns me and makes me wonder how much lower she's going to go and how fast.

She wound up dropping to 40 in the nurse's office, but came back up easily and returned to class. She missed her social studies exam because of this low, however. In the car on the way home, she told me that her teacher said it would be ok for her to make up the exam.
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Olivia had a pretty decent low on Friday. She was 95 on initial check and dropped to 60 five minutes later. She informed her teacher and immediately asked to go to the nurses office (which is our protocol).

When she relayed the incident to me, I asked if anyone had walked down with her. "No," was the answer. I didn't get mad at her, just said that she needed to have someone walk her the next time she was that low. Dropping 35 points in five minutes concerns me and makes me wonder how much lower she's going to go and how fast.

She wound up dropping to 40 in the nurse's office, but came back up easily and returned to class. She missed her social studies exam because of this low, however. In the car on the way home, she told me that her teacher said it would be ok for her to make up the exam.
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On Thursday, Olivia asked me if she could spend Friday night at a friend's house. I said yes, but told her that she had to call home at some point on Friday evening and call again on Saturday morning to let us know when she wanted to be picked up.

I didn't get any phone call until noon on Saturday. I had gone out Friday night, but my husband was home with the two little ones. Normally, I would just get on her case a little bit about it and leave it alone. That was before I checked her meter and pump today.

She didn't check her blood sugar after 5 p.m. on Friday night and only checked THREE times on Saturday. Three. We typically check between 8 and 12 times a day, every day, depending on what's going on. I very nearly blew a gasket over that one.
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On Thursday, Olivia asked me if she could spend Friday night at a friend's house. I said yes, but told her that she had to call home at some point on Friday evening and call again on Saturday morning to let us know when she wanted to be picked up.

I didn't get any phone call until noon on Saturday. I had gone out Friday night, but my husband was home with the two little ones. Normally, I would just get on her case a little bit about it and leave it alone. That was before I checked her meter and pump today.

She didn't check her blood sugar after 5 p.m. on Friday night and only checked THREE times on Saturday. Three. We typically check between 8 and 12 times a day, every day, depending on what's going on. I very nearly blew a gasket over that one.
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Type 1 isn't known as an adult disease. Until a few years ago, I didn't know anyone who called my diabetes Type 1 Diabetes. It was Juvenile Diabetes, Childhood Onset Diabetes... You get the gist. And when I was a child, I never thought about diabetes as something adults had in spite of the fact that I knew several Type 1 diabetic adults during my youth.
Anyhow, today, I was thinking, there should be some rules for being an adult with Type 1. Perhaps you'll think of some to add to the list I've come up with.
H is for How to be an adult with Type 1.
1. Test even though you're busy. Log even though you're busy. Bolus even though you're busy. Are you sensing a theme? As an adult, rule #1 is pay attention - even though you've got a lot of other things going on. It's a challenge, but diabetes needs to be a priority. (READ MORE)

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Charlie has gotten into a bad habit when he pees. He drops his shorts to his ankles, places the pump in his shirt, wraps it upward like a baby sling and then skillfully holds it all in place with his chin. We would prefer for him to just clip the pump onto the neckline of his shirt.
He frees his hands not so that he may use them to guide his rocket-like stream of urine into the toilet bowl. Oh, no. His hands have a greater purpose. His hands are for placing on his hips. So that he can stand back like a proud Roman general and watch his unshackled penis terrorize the innocent porcelain.
Urinatius Everywhereus.
With the slightest distraction, his chin lifts up and the shirt unravels, sending the pump into the pool of pee. He's done this twice to my knowledge. I caught him once.
I peeked in the bathroom as I walked by and saw Charlie with his line out in the water as if he was fishing - the pump floating like a bobber.
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