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Tidbit number one: I almost deleted the message because it sounded like a salesman. We get those calls sometimes--you know, people who leave messages for products or services. I really wonder if they really think they'll get calls back. Anyway, so it actually was a salesman and I still almost deleted it, but then I heard the keywords: Dr. C asked me to give you a call. Then I realized he said he was from Medtronic. So the three "I really hope you're having a good day" comments were part of his sales pitch. Ugh. This is how it starts. I hate being sold to. I mean, if you mask it well, then I guess I'm OK with it, but if you're going to sell me something and you're going to kiss my ass the whole time then I, frankly, don't want to hear it. I'm seriously thinking about telling him upfront, "Dude, don't talk to me like a customer. Talk to me like you're trying to convince your brother to buy your brand of pump. (READ MORE)

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It's strange sometimes how the tide can shift so quickly. Where I was this time last week is not where I am today. I've gone from thinking my endo was off his rocker to even consider me as a candidate for the pump, to going full-tilt toward pump therapy.
When B. first told me about MiniMed's pump with the integrated CGMS I really poo-pooed the idea, telling him that although I have high and low swings, I didn't feel like I was "bad enough" to warrant having a CGMS. I pay attention to my body, I test when I'm feeling low, etc. (It's that "I'm 'only' type 2" mentality.) (READ MORE)

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I walked into my local Whole Foods Body store with the best of intentions. I wanted just one item. I didn't know what brand to buy, but I had a general idea of what I was looking for. When the salesperson said the magic words, "What can I help you find today," I should have run far away. Instead, we started a dialog that left me leaving the store with a full bag and an empty wallet. (READ MORE)

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When Charlie says, "I think I'm low," we drop everything and make a dash for the meter. He's right about 85 percent of the time.
It wasn't so long ago that Charlie was too young to articulate this. Those were difficult times. Thankfully he's at an age now where he can alert us and explain when his "tummy feels empty and dry," as he describes it.
But he's also at an age where he'll do whatever it takes to be absolved of the crime.
Charlie is the great manipulator. He'll likely become a very successful car salesman or a powerful mafia boss. He wears you down until you agree to his terms. He also has an answer for everything. Even the most heinous act begins with the word, "well ,"
In his cunning way, he has recently learned how he can work the diabetes angle to his advantage. (READ MORE)

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Our team, Charlie's Angels, has been raising money for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation since 2003 – the year Charlie was diagnosed.

 

For the first few years, we sent out our fundraising letter to friends, family and co-workers and did remarkably well. Last year, however, I started to feel uncomfortable asking the same people to give so generously yet again. I felt like they were investors in a cure that I was falsely promising. A cure that was "closer than ever" or "within reach" or "right around the corner." To be honest, I really don't know how close we are to a cure. But, what else can I do? I can't cure Charlie. I can only raise money and give it to the people who say they possibly can. I'll sell it like a snake oil salesman if I must.

 

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In case you didn't know that acronym stands for, "There's No Such Thing As A Free Lunch." I remember those words on the chalk board during my Economics class in high school. Yesterday this saying came to mind again.
During the day I get a phone call from one of our salespeople at work letting me know that he wants to treat the office employees to lunch as an early Valentine's gift. All the gals in the office were excited to get a free lunch but see it as a test of my will power.
Having to count points and carbs means I plan for most meals. I have spent the first weeks of the New Year luke-warm about my weight loss and I just recently got the fire burning again. Free lunches come with a price that I am not ready to pay. (READ MORE)

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To say June was a tough month for us financially is a huge understatement. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say, I found myself getting very creative with how to pay bills and continue to eat and get my meds. Oh, and pay for daycare so I could go to work.
Along the way, because we were living at the bottom of a pit, our life insurance policies lapsed. Naturally, the company sent us a letter, but I was avoiding all envelopes that I didn't believe had money in them. So I overlooked the notice. Furthermore, our insurance agent couldn't get to us until October to fix the problem. So we didn't know until about a month ago that we had been living without life insurance for several months. (READ MORE)

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