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Today would have been my father's 59th birthday and as I was thinking about him I started thinking about all the people who have been important in my life and especially in my diabetes life.
My band director in high school was the one who asked the now fateful question, "Are you feeling okay?" It was drum rehearsal on Monday October 2nd 1990. I told him I was feeling a little light headed but that was it. He said that I looked pale and that was something I don't think I had ever heard before in my life. I have very dark skin since I am both Puerto Rican and Cuban so pale was not a norm for me. (READ MORE)

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Remember how I had this brilliant idea to get Olivia a cell phone for Christmas? How I thought it would be a fantastic way to keep in touch when she was out with friends or doing after school stuff?

Yeah. Not so much. She ran thru $25 in FOUR days. Doing what, you may ask? Well, not texting me. No, no, no. Texting her friends. Because even though she has use of the computer AND the phone, she still felt it necessary to sit up in her bedroom and send 200+/- text messages. In four days.

She is now under strict instructions that the phone is to be used to call or text only me or Mark, her step-dad. I hope she sticks to this or she's going to be doing a lot of babysitting to pay for those text messages.
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Think Hank Azaria. Not Hank from Mad About You. Hank as a gay latino in Birdcage. You have that image, right? Can you hear his voice? Oh, man is he a riot. And as long as he’s not acting like a gay latino, he’s quite the looker, too.

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I don't have to take a ton of medicines to maintain my health, but there are a number of bottles from several pharmacies in my bathroom cabinet and by the kitchen sink. It's easy for me to know when I need to renew these meds because, well, when I look in the bottle and see only two pills left I know it's time to call the pharmacy!
But with insulin, there are no pills to count, no obvious visual reminder (unless you run out, of course!) that it's time to renew. It's only supposed to be good for about 28 days, but I never count the days. When I think it's about time to renew, I may look at the date on the prescription label to see when I last renewed it. If it's around the same time frame a month later, I know it's time to renew. However, it's usually more than 28 days; often it's more like 30 or 32 days. But what's a couple of days, right? (READ MORE)

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It had been more than a week since I had talked to Mom. This is nearly unheard of in our world, but it does occasionally happen. My busy life with three kids and their busy retirement life are the culprits.
So last night when Dad called to see if I knew about my brother's trip to Korea encountering problem after problem that eventually required him to come home to Missouri from Seattle, I was finally able to catch Mom up on what's going on in our lives.
"Did you know No. 2 has a double ear infection," I asked her.
"No, no didn't know that," she said.
"No. 3 is recovering nicely from her upper respiratory nastiness, but The Mr. is still battling a rough cough," I told her.
"OK, OK. And how are things going with the pump?" she wanted to know. (READ MORE)

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I don't expect everyone I've ever met to remember that I'm diabetic. There was a period that I barely told anyone about it, unless I was absolutely forced to. So how could they remember if they never knew?

 

I do expect my close friends, family and important people (i.e. my coworkers, my professors, etc) to remember that I'm diabetic. After all, most of them see the daily battle that diabetes is. How can you forget that?

 

But so often, my friends forget. Sometimes I feel like my own family forgets. They get involved in their own lives, their own problems and forget about this portion of my life. Yet, I can't excuse them.

 

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One week into my revised blood glucose monitoring plan and the results are scary. Actually, "atrocious" is the word I used when e-mailing my doctor begging for help. The numbers are so bad that I found myself hiding my logs from my mom when she came over last week. It's that bad.
Prior to having a baby, I was very much in control of my diabetes. I have been a more than compliant patient from diagnosis through the birth of my son. So when my doctor suggested I need to take it easy and lay off the obsessive testing for a while, I took his advice.
Of course, I tend to do things in extremes. "Take it easy" turned into "don't test at all, unless you're feeling low." Now I can see how easy it is to ignore a disease that has virtually no symptoms. (READ MORE)

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Thursdays have become Racquetball night for me and my friends. As the four of us drove out to play all of my friends kept asking me what was wrong.
"Nothing. I am just thinking." I replied while staring out the window.
I was lost in thought all day after reading the article about the 11 year old girl who died. I wrote about it on my blog and went along with my day still keeping the article in my mind.
There is something that happens to me when I am in a car and I am not driving. I find that I become very reflective looking out the windows and seeing all the people driving by. I wonder what is going on in their lives. Are they in a happy place right now? What is their story? (READ MORE)

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Since Mom and Dad retired several years ago, they split their time between two cities. Which means they also split their time between two homes. It can be difficult to stock the refrigerator and cabinets to have enough goodies to eat while in one place, but not so much that they end up going bad.
Saturday, we drove two hours to spend Christmas with my family. Mom and Dad were scheduled to fly out the next morning before breakfast. So, Mom was packing up some things from the kitchen for us to take home so they wouldn't go bad.
"These are tangelos," she said. "They're from our tree."
"Mmmm, sounds yummy!" I said.
"Will the kids eat them?" she wanted to know.
"Of course," I said. "The kids love fresh fruit."
"Well, I won't send too many because I know you can't eat them," she said as she put several tangelos and oranges in a plastic grocery bag. (READ MORE)

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Before you read any further, I want you to know that this is not a terribly uplifting post. And I won't fault you if you decide to stop reading now.
One of the worst parts of having diabetes, for me, is how vulnerable it makes me feel. In the past, I've expressed my fears related to this disease on this blog and my personal blog. I am not a person that lets fear deter me. I push on, I make my way in spite of the fact that I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the possibility of disaster that life presents.
But, you know, life with diabetes presents a whole other set of disastrous possibilities. (READ MORE)

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