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This weekend, my wife and I attended a wedding for one of her cousins.
I am not sure what it is but I dread attending weddings. It is like going to the dentist or having to file my taxes. I know I have to go but I really REALLY don't want to.
Unlike the other two examples, I usually leave a wedding having had a good time. This wedding was no exception.
I am not really into all the flowery stuff and decorations but I must say, it was one of the nicest weddings I have ever been to as far as their decor. I know guys, it is not the manly thing to point out but that is what was amazing! It really was nice.
The bride's bouquet was made up of what looked like 5 dozen roses which looked really cool and the centerpieces at the tables we really classy looking. It made me feel bad for not being as "into" all this stuff when we got married but oh well. Maybe that stuff comes with age. (READ MORE)

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I started composing this post yesterday while I was flat on my back. However, the powerful drugs my doctor had me take for my severe back pain literally knocked me out.
It started yesterday morning as I was getting ready for work. I squatted down to get a new infusion set and my Quickserter out of my supply bucket, and wham my lower back completely seized up. I thought it was just a little spasm, but no matter what position I was in, my back hurt. (When I screamed and fell on the floor, No. 3 (who is 2) came running and asking, "You OK, Mom?" And then saying, "Es OK, Mom. Es OK, Mom.") I was able to make it to the bed--supplies in hand since I had removed my set before my shower.
My fasting yesterday was 144. I was in so much pain, that I knew it would affect my sugar. An hour after my fasting, I had shot up to 196. Nothing like a little stress to make your blood sugar go wild. (READ MORE)

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I don't remember being diagnosed. I don't remember being scared or angry. I don't remember the first shots or finger pricks. I hear stories sometimes, but those are rarely mentioned. I imagine how my little four-year-old self might react to learning about diabetes, but come up short most of the time.

 

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