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I spend a lot of time thinking about if I will ever have complications from my diabetes. The very thought of diabetes problems scares the crap out of me. My determination to ward of complications has a direct correlation with how I control my sugars on a daily basis. In other words, every time I treat a low or a high, thoughts of amputations or blindness are running through my head. Those fears are some BIG MOTIVATORS. I don't want to come across as the guy who just sits around and waits for something bad to happen. I am not the type of person who just mopes around hopelessly or just sits around thinking of nothing else but diabetes issues. I try to stay positive most of the time. My glass is usually "half full" rarely "half empty." (READ MORE)

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I had a very curious and unexpected conversation at work recently. An amusing person that I work with, who I'll refer to as "The Random Talker", will pour out mouthfuls of directionless information at the drop of a hat. I'm talking about a totally un-sequestered menagerie of anomalous comments. This time, however, something struck home with me and we had a more meaningful, if not still awkward conversation.
Random: "Sometimes I get really angry and confused when I don't eat enough"
Me: "Oh really, I know the feeling,"
Random: "I become hypoglycemic, but I bet you don't know what that is, do you?"
Me- (Sounding like a know it all): "Ya, your blood sugar drops, and you can get sweaty, hungry, nervous, jittery, not a good feeling" (READ MORE)

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I know he meant well.
I know he was just curious.
I know he is simply concerned about my health.
But seriously, since when is "So how's your diabetus?" an acceptable question?
It's not like saying "How's your broken leg?" or "Is your cold getting any better?" The status of diabetes doesn't get any better.
I should say, though, that I suspect my friend--whom I had reminded that I have diabetes when he spotted my pump the day before I got hooked up--was really just wondering if the pump was making things easier for me. In fact, he asked as much several minutes later. (READ MORE)

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My son came to me the other night and asked if he could ask me some questions about diabetes. One thing I never do is turn away an opportunity to talk to my kids about diabetes. I want them to understand, as much as they can, about what diabetes is.
Maybe this is not true for other people with diabetes but a part of me is waiting for this disease to go after my kids. I am guessing that it's normal to not want your kids to deal with what you have to but sometimes I worry that I worry too much!
When I asked what brought on this interview he explained to me that it was for a paper he is working on for school. And with that the interview began.
He asked me to tell him all about diabetes to which I responded with something like, "We do not have enough time for that dude. Tell me what you know and I will fill in and add from there." (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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I have a confession to make. Last week, I went on a post-partum shoe shopping binge. I don't know what came over me. One minute I was walking through the door at Marty's and 20 exhilarating minutes later, I was walking back out with four boxes in tow.
I am thoroughly in love with my purchases. I bought cute brown pumps to wear with the brown pants my aunt handed-down to me after she lost 30 pounds; a pair of comfy brown Ugg-like clogs that match my brown winter coat; black ballet-flats that are sure to get Stacy London's seal of approval; and a stylish pair of black tweed pumps to wear to church. (READ MORE)

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I have a confession to make. Last week, I went on a post-partum shoe shopping binge. I don't know what came over me. One minute I was walking through the door at Marty's and 20 exhilarating minutes later, I was walking back out with four boxes in tow.
I am thoroughly in love with my purchases. I bought cute brown pumps to wear with the brown pants my aunt handed-down to me after she lost 30 pounds; a pair of comfy brown Ugg-like clogs that match my brown winter coat; black ballet-flats that are sure to get Stacy London's seal of approval; and a stylish pair of black tweed pumps to wear to church. (READ MORE)

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I have a confession to make. Last week, I went on a post-partum shoe shopping binge. I don't know what came over me. One minute I was walking through the door at Marty's and 20 exhilarating minutes later, I was walking back out with four boxes in tow.
I am thoroughly in love with my purchases. I bought cute brown pumps to wear with the brown pants my aunt handed-down to me after she lost 30 pounds; a pair of comfy brown Ugg-like clogs that match my brown winter coat; black ballet-flats that are sure to get Stacy London's seal of approval; and a stylish pair of black tweed pumps to wear to church. (READ MORE)

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I've been thinking more about the possibility of adding insulin to my Type 2 treatment. My last post about it raised some interesting comments. I have a bunch of blood test results due in this week that will help make the decision too.
I do know that insulin is just a medication like my thyroid pills or the metformin I take. The only difference is the method of delivery. Since insulin is destroyed by stomach acids, it has to be injected to do any good.
I also know that it really does carry a stigma that other medications do not. For me, it seems an admission that I am not holding up my end of the bargain treating my diabetes. I should be losing more weight, exercising and eating better. I think just about everyone can agree with that statement - with Type 1, Type 2 or no diabetes at all. (READ MORE)

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I was in my truck today picking up some fast food from Mickey D's. I typically don't eat fast food. Actually, I never do- but today I was in a hurry and I just wanted to get something fast and not have to put to much thought into it. As I was ordering, I realized that with diabetes there is no such thing as just a "quick little meal". Any time I eat something, I have to put some serious thought and effort into it. Everyday, I put serious energy and brain power towards calculating things in my head.

My life revolves around eating and calculating.
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