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In this post I will rant and rave in a way I don’t think I ever have about something that when I look back at this post in about 20 minutes may see incredibly trivial. Or not.
 

Seriously, what is the logic behind checking my blood sugar at the endocrinologists office? Not *me* checking my sugar, but the nurse checking it during the course of blood pressure, weight, pulse, etc.
 

I mean really, for them it’s a totally random time to check someone’s sugar. They never ask when I ate last or when I last bolused. What is the reason for this?
 

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First of all, I would like to give a huge thank you to everyone who offered to send test strips and insulin to Olivia.  The support that the diabetes community gives is just amazing to me sometimes and I find myself overwhelmed and a bit teary-eyed at all the kindness.  Heidi, over at The D-Log Cabin sent us some Novolog and Scott sent a box full of test strips.  I also bought the Reli-On meter and strips at Wal-Mart and so far, we've had no issues with them.  I think we're going to be OK for now.  We get health insurance in another 60 days and I have an application in for MassHealth - if Olivia is approved for that, she'll be able to continue going to Joslin.  If she's not approved, well, we'll have to switch endo groups - unless I can convince the insurance comapny to allow her to keep going, something I'm told they never do.  But I'll try. I'm a persistent pain in the arse when I need to be.

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I must admit that I’m sort of a Facebook freak who would like to update her status with just about every random thought I have. Since that would make me look like a complete weirdo, I’ve put every random diabetes thought that I’ve had in roughly the last 24 hours in this post for your reading pleasure.
 

Michelle had a fasting under 100 for the first time in ages.
 

Michelle is working really hard to make sure her fastings are low enough that she can walk in the mornings.
 

Michelle still hasn’t figured out the best walking/basal rate balance.
 

Michelle pumped her fists in excitement when her bedtime reading and fasting were exactly the same.
 

Michelle knows this soft pretzel will kill her blood sugar, but she wants to eat it anyway.
 

Michelle is not as sore from walking today as she was yesterday.
 

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As a young twenty-something, I'm very in tune with my inner Facebook(er). So I've noticed the trend of posting 25 random things about yourself, although I haven't quite given into it yet. However, I decided after this 25 random things post to create my own 25 random diabetes things.

So here's my 25 Random Things About My Life With Diabetes:

1. Diabetes is sometimes the best thing that's happened to me.

2. It's also often the worst.

3. I rarely follow any type of diabetes diet, although I'm sure it'd help my control.

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When it comes to high blood sugar, I tend to think there are two different types. Those unfair, random ones that leave you guessing what happened. And the other ones, the ones you deserve.

Last night, I had a high that I deserved. Without a doubt, I deserved it.

In preparation for the next pregnancy (the thought of which leaves me in alternating states of excitement and sheer panic), my blood sugar goals are tight: 80 to 120. Pretty sure I'm not pregnant yet, I won't freak out if I'm 130 or 140 or even 150. But when I hit 200 last night, I knew I had to correct it.

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*sigh* My endo/nurse practitioner wants me to log blood sugars. Grrrroan. She said she wants random numbers, which I can't see how in the world would actually be useful to someone. (That drives me nuts, by the way, when a doctor tells a patient to log randomly. How can you get the whole picture if the patient gives you a breakfast reading one day, a bedtime reading the next? But I digress.)

So I printed out more of my home-made log sheets, three-hold punched them and put them with my other half-filled out log sheets in the pretty pink three-ring binder I bought probably close to two years ago during my last I'm-serious-about-logging attempt.

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I was looking through a list of writer prompts for Blogabetes post ideas, and one of them was this: "Open up a dictionary and flip to a random page, then select a random word. Use that word to write a post, and see if you can find a diabetes connection!"

Easy enough.

So I cracked open the big, unabridged Webster's Dictionary and selected the word "Bermuda."

Bermuda ... like triangle? Okay, I'll try it.

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It may be strange or alarming, but I've often imagined being kidnapped. I watch a lot of TV crime dramas, so the thoughts tend to race through my head. I imagine my reaction as a human, as a woman, and as a diabetic.

As a human, I know that I'm not giving up without a fight. My life is precious and valuable, whether someone else sees that or not. I would try every plan to escape or leave every clue to allow the police to do their jobs quickly and efficiently.

As a woman, the same truths apply. I'm not giving up without a fight. I refuse to give in to whatever threats unless I've tried my hardest to get away or delay the action.

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