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I had already eaten probably four or five bites before he noticed what I was doing. I acted innocent, but my husband looked at me disappointedly. It was the first time in our nine years of marriage, I think, that he had looked at me that way.
"That's your second one tonight," he said referring to my enormous ice cream cookie sandwich. I guess I didn't think he was paying attention. Or, maybe I wanted him to notice.
It wasn't even what I had wanted. When I went to the store, I was after something chocolate (naturally); preferably chocolate cake with chocolate icing. But I had made a new rule for myself: if I was going to buy something bad, it had to be gone that day. So buying a chocolate cake was out. Even though one of the bakeries in town carries a smallish, individualized chocolate cake that hits the spot, I didn't go that route for some reason.
"That's your second one tonight," I retorted, referring to his spiced rum and soda.
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I sure enjoyed writing my
April Fool's post yesterday. I've always gotten a big kick out of the day but rarely can keep a straight face long enough to pull a prank.
I wanted to be clear that I probably would qualify for type 2.41 if there were such a thing. I was making fun of myself and the media. I sometimes get an attitude from people that I wouldn't have the disease if I'd just suck it up and lose some weight and exercise more. That might just be my own paranoia. But you know what they say - "Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that they aren't out to get you!".
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Yesterday morning, I started having a specific kind of pain. It was the same pain that started with my ovarian cyst back in April. I dreaded how the day might progress.
The pain went off and on as I went to class and work. I felt like I had been transported back to April. All the signs were there.
Throughout the day, my blood sugars had been perfect. I was amazed. But as the pain became more consistent, my blood sugars started to rise.
After dinner, my blood sugar was 387. And so it began...just like April. I knew that I had bolused correctly for my meal and hadn't eaten any food that should cause a spike like that. I was sure that the pain and the blood sugars were connected.
Just like in April, I bolused to bring my blood sugar down. And just like in April, they wouldn't come down. Bolus after bolus, pumping insulin into my body.
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Did you see
this story on the new type of diabetes that they've named today? It's really a sub-category of type 2 and many people will be moved from one diagnosis to the other.
Type 2.41 will make it clear to others immediately that the condition is the patient's fault, rather than just guessing as the population is forced to do now. This will make it much easier and more efficient to stereotype and discriminate.
Type 2.41 is characterized by obesity and couch potato tendencies and a ravenous appetite for refined carbohydrates and sugar. It also tends to indicate slovenliness, littering, an unwillingness to vote, owning a car that gets less than 20 MPG, poor personal hygiene and many other modern sins.
Type 2.41 is easily remedied, but we know it won't be as 'these people' are unwilling and uninterested in improving their lot in life.
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**I hate that almost every holiday has turned into a candy holiday. For several years now I have drastically cut down on the amount of candy I give the kids for Easter (along with other holidays). This year, I went shopping for presents and Easter basket goodies on Saturday, which depending on how you think about it was either a great idea or a terrible idea. There were not many choices left in the candy aisle, and about 20 of us standing around looking at reject candy. Being limited, though, was great. Each kid got about six of those tiny chocolate eggs, and about six plastic eggs that had a handful of Skittles or jelly beans in them. I was pretty proud of that. And then on Easter we went to a friend's house. There was an egg hunt. And Uh. Mah. Gawd. did they make out with some serious loot. I emptied all the eggs last night into our community stash of candy where we have Halloween, Christmas and Valentine's Day leftovers. The bucket is overflowing now. Grrr.
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I started putting on the weight over two years ago. For those two years, I let twenty pounds add onto my body. I watched myself go up in jean sizes, throw away old clothes because they were too tight, and hate who I was in the mirror. My blood sugars didn't seem to be affected much by my weight. My wardrobe and my mindset were the only things shattered.
Eventually, I realized that the twenty extra pounds were slowly taking a toll on my long-term health, including the long-term health of my diabetes. I started working out again. (You might remember my post about getting my body ready for summer.) I also tried to watch what I was eating more closely, including low treatments.
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I am overdue on blood work. There is lab paperwork that I have been carrying around for months in my bag. It was given to me by my endo back in September so I could get blood drawn in December and make an
appointment to see him. Yeah, that has not happened.
December is a busy time for everyone and frankly I just did not make the time to do it. So I figured I would call, make an appointment, and then hit the lab to give them my blood. It usually takes a week to get lab results so I make sure I have my dates set when I make the appointment. It sucks to go to the doctors and have nothing to really talk about.
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In February and March we sought the guidance of diabetes author and coach Gary Scheiner to see if we too could "Think Like a Pancreas."
Our few meetings energized us briefly, but soon enough, we were back to feeling lost and utterly confused. After about five months, the pump wasn't working out as we hoped it would.
In April we decided to throw out all carb ratios and basal levels and begin with a clean slate, following more pump frustrations and a disappointing A1c of 9.6. We felt we hit rock bottom. We worked daily with the pump educator, tweaking and tweaking and tweaking and scratching our heads until we could tweak and scratch no more.
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Since it is April Fools Day I am going to share a coupled of my favorite moments messing with people while using diabetes to my advantage.
The first story is about Dave. One of my best friends in the world, Dave is my son's Godfather and a very close friend to the rest of my family. Dave and I were roommates long ago and even though he knew I was a
type 1, he would always turn his back on me when I was taking my shot.
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The lies often grow more elaborate as Charlie's blood sugars grow higher.
• No, we can't get ice cream from the ice cream man. I don't have any money on me.
• Oh … this? No, that's not a real dollar. It's a prop. I got it from a magic shop. Poof! See? It's gone. No money.
• You wouldn't like this (Skittles). It's spicy.
• You wouldn't like this (Starburst). It fell in dog poop.
• You wouldn't like this (licorice). It was endorsed by a radical minister.
• You wouldn't like this (Pop Rocks). It will make your head explode.
• Yes, it will really make your head explode. Well, if mixed with soda. But even without the soda, you could easily lose an ear or two.
• You wouldn't like this (Dots). It's chewy because it's made from chopped up pieces of snake.
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