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So, I got on the scale today and I've lost 8 pounds. Nice. I'm not complaining and I have been making an effort to lose weight.

But. Over the course of the day, I noticed that I've been peeing like mad and kind of thirsty. I ate dinner at 5 p.m. and didn't think to check before I ate, but I had a nice, carb-heavy dinner of pasta and garlic bread. When I checked my blood sugar 2.5 hours later, I was 141.

Looks like I'll be doing a fasting check tomorrow morning.

Other than the peeing and the kind of thirsty thing, what else should I be looking for? I don't have a headache (no more so than usual), I don't have a stomach ache, I don't have blurry vision. But my dad has type 2, which puts me at risk. And I weigh too much - also a risk.

Olivia is going to laugh her butt off at me if I have diabetes. I may have to sell her for science experiments.
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Maybe it's peculiar. Or maybe it's understandable due to the symptoms of Charlie's disease. I think I have a drinking problem. There, I said it.
"One milk coming up," I'll tell my daughter, and then proceed to fill her cup a miserly one-third of the way- unsuitable for even the most parched mosquito.
She looks at the cup incredulously. Like I'm joking.
Ben, the 2 year old, is lucky if I give him anything to drink at all during the course of the day. But I can't keep playing this game forever. Eventually, he'll learn how to pronounce the word milk.
"Sorry, Ben, more malk? I don't know what malk is. Is that Czech? Sorry, pal, can't help you if you're not gonna speak English." (READ MORE)

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Side effects.
It wasn't long after The Mr. brought home my steroids, muscle relaxers and pain killers that I started feeling really tingly and very, very sleepy. As directed, I took three steroid pills, two muscle relaxers and two pain killers. That was quite possibly the most fun I've ever had while not being able to move.
When I finally came to, my biggest problem (other than not really being able to move without severe pain in my back) was a terrible, terrible thirst. I drained my water bottle over and over, and still wasn't quenched. I had The Mr. bring me a soda every chance I could just so I could attempt to beat the thirst.
The drugs along with my body trying to heal itself were making my sugar go through the roof. Three days after this all started--at dinner time--was the first time since I fell that my blood sugar was in range. I actually went low this morning. (READ MORE)

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Most will call it dry mouth or cotton mouth , some might say they have a waterless windpipe or a parched palate, acting disturbed by their unquenched uvula, and yet another might compare it to having a mouthful of sweaters mucking up the place to no end. Whatever alliterative or clothed name it goes by, the sticky mouth feel of a high blood sugar is enough to furrow my brow to its limit. (READ MORE)

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There's an old saying about leading a horse to water but not being able to make him drink. I've been trying to make a certain horse in my life drink water for some time now.
 

I recognized the signs a long time ago. I knew she needed to see a mental health professional. I begged, I pleaded, I guilted. I tried to reason with her. But it's hard to do that long-distance. And over e-mail.
 

I consider myself a good listener. Someone who can listen to someone non-judgementally and offer advice. But there comes a point when experience isn't good enough.
 

It's hard to watch other people suffer. And this person was suffering. There were so many issues that need to be addressed and she always said she was too busy. It's even harder to watch someone suffer when I have experienced the benefits and relief that come from professional mental health help.
 

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Europe is absolutely amazing. I love the languages, the atmosphere, the weather. I find it enthralling that you walk everywhere. The open air markets are insane.  Everything is so perfect, so ancient, so human about this place.

 

Every time I turn around, we're learning something new about a culture, a language, or just this life in general. Yesterday, we toured a small town in Italy. It was perfectly picteresque. Today was Barcelona where you could buy exquisite chocolate creations in an open air market.

 

We still have four more stops here on the cruise plus the few days we've added to our trip for Italy. I'm totally excited about these next places. They are completely new and I have no idea what to expect.

 

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March 3, 1993. I was 4 and a half years old. My parents were worried. I'd been sick for too long and continually got worse. Vomiting, thirst, excessive urination, extreme weight loss. I was wasting away.

 

March 3, 2010. I'm 21 and a half years old. I'm still diabetic, but I'm not wasting away. I have no major complications. I have to say that seventeen years ago, as a tiny four year old, I had no idea what diabetes meant. I certainly didn't foresee seventeen years with a chronic illness that takes up every moment of my life.

 

It's strange to know that seventeen years have gone by now. Yesterday doesn't feel much different than today. It's more the accomplished feeling that runs through me when each D anniversary passes by.

 

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Today was not an ideal day diabetes-wise. With a 261 mg/dl in the middle of the night, a 39 mg/dl upon waking and three completely unexplained bloodsugars higher than 340 mg/dl this afternoon, diabetes kicked my butt with a vengeance. I am thankful that days like these are few and far between, but man, the rollercoaster is not fun and I feel like hell tonight. (READ MORE)

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I knew that I hadn't checked my blood sugar in hours. Last time I did, I was 100 so I just didn't worry. I enjoyed a small dinner, judging my carbs to perfection. I carried on with my night.

 

Right before I fell asleep, I thought I should check my blood sugar just to be safe. I was feeling a little funny, minor thirst, minor nausea. I checked at 502. I haven't been above 500 in over a year.

 

I bolused like normal, wondering if my infusion set was the problem. I had changed it earlier, but I blew it off since I was 100 after lunch (and hours after the set change). I set an alarm to wake me up in two hours to make sure I was heading down.

 

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