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I recently solicited questions and got a taker (whoo!). katdiego asked: "Hi Julia, My daughter is almost 11, dx'd at age 6, wears a pump. I'm curious about puberty. At what age did you start noticing a monthly trend? What can I expect? I had heard that girls start showing an increase in insulin needs monthly for quite some time before they actually start to menstrate. And what about teenage rebellion? Does your daughter still take care of herself? Any advice on keeping you child engaged and conscientious about their diabetes care? Has she experienced burnout? I apologize if you have talked about these things previously. "
She also gave me some lovely compliments, so thanks, kat.
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Yesterday after church my family and I went to spend the remainder of the day at Disneyland. We do not live too far from the "Happiest Place On Earth" so we try and purchase passes each year. My sister was going to be there celebrating her birthday so we met up with her and her fiancé for some fun in Mouseland.
Every time I checked my BG it was a little low for my liking. At one point I stumbled onto a low of 54 that I did not feel at all. I got my hands on a juice box that took me up to 65 in 15 minutes. It was a constant battle all day long.
When we finally made it back to the car to head home, I pulled out my meter to check my blood before we left. 65 again! I snatched up 4 glucose tabs from my car stash and hit the road. As we drove away my daughter started asking a bunch of questions about diabetes.
"Dad, can tell me again the difference between type 1's and type 2's? I don't think I remember."
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"Dad, am I going to get diabetes?"
This was the part I was dreading. I knew this question was going to come up but how do I respond? Do I tell her about my
fears. How I do not know how I could live with myself if you had this terrible disease? Do I mention the fear she may have to live with for the rest of her life? Should I mention how she may not but her future
kids could get it? How should I respond?
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Well here's something I didn't see coming: Sugar-Free Chocolate Chip Girl Scout cookies. I walked into the lunch room at work and there, on the stainless steel countertop, rested this never-before-seen box of cookies.
"Where did these come from?" I asked my co-worker.
"No idea," they said, through a mouthful of crumbs. "But they're pretty tasty."
(I love when people without diabetes can't tell that they're eating something less crammed with sugar than what they're used to.)
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Today is the day for the letter "B."
Future posts featuring letters of the alphabet are forthcoming. Thanks to a suggestion from a comment on my previous post, I'm asking you, the reader, to help me decide what C, D, E, etc. will stand for. What would you like to read about?
There are so many Bs in the life of a pumping diabetic. B for blood sugar, bolus, basal. Today, though, B is for Basketcase. Did you ever have a blood sugar reading that left you emotional? A reading that left you confused? Afraid? Lost? A reading that left you feeling like a total basketcase? I'm sure you've gathered by now that I have.
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This is all over the diabetes online community and may have already been posted about on here, but I'm going to chime in with my 2 cents.
Have you heard? Halle Berry has managed to
cure herself of type 1 diabetes and has beaten it down to type 2 and doesn't need insulin any more.
Isn't that a neat trick?
Perez Hilton even has something on it. You know the diabetes online community is really up in arms if it's being reported on
Perez Hilton!
It's been talked almost to death, but I don't understand what Halle Berry's problem is with having diabetes. If she has type 1, is she ashamed of that? If it's type 2, shouldn't she be out there saying "Look! It's not a fat disease! Thin people who eat well and exercise a lot can also get type 2!
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I had never considered myself a numbers girl. I had always thought that I was, in fact, the furthest thing from a numbers girl. In high school, I sat - bored and unengaged - through Algebra 2, Geometry, Trigonometry, and Calculus. In college, Statistics was the one course that found me with a grade below a B. Numbers had never been my friend.
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Fifteen years. A decade and a half. Thousands of days. Millions of minutes. Over half my life.
It doesn't seem real that I've lived with diabetes for fifteen years. It doesn't seem fathomable that this is only the first fifteen years of many more. I can't imagine how the rest of my life will daily involve diabetes despite the daily involvement of the last fifteen years. I just can't picture more infusion sets, more doctors appointments, more worries.
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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"
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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?
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