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In addition to the normal things I worry about (I worry. A lot.), like, did I remember to feed the dog and did I mail the cable bill, I worry about my kids. Why does The Bug only have three teeth, still, when she's a year old? Is she going to be the only toothless kindergartner? Will Boo ever learn to say
chocolate properly? (Don't follow that link unless you have a sense of humour.) Did I get everything on Olivia's back to school list? Is my son going to have that horrendous beard for the rest of his life? (Seriously. It's hideous. It's like pubic hair. Nasty.) But now I'm worrying incessantly about Isobel.
Maybe it's a fluke, maybe it's a urinary tract infection. Maybe she's just not peeing enough during the day and it's all coming out at night. Maybe maybe maybe.
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The doorbell rang randomly today. My mom answered and received a package. Medtronic. I just received my supplies, so I wasn't sure what it could be.
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I've been under 100 for half of the last ten blood sugar checks. My lows are mostly in the seventies and eighties now. Only three below 60 in the past week. My averages are steady at 133, with certain times of day at 110 while others average at 158.
I'm certainly not complaining about good numbers and amazing averages. It's taken years of blood, sweat, and tears to get my diabetes where I want it to be. I actually feel like jumping up and down for joy at the moment. I can see the future ahead of me, not tainted by complicated pregnancies or kidney disease.
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Olivia told me the other day that she was nearly out of test strips. I dutifully called in the refill and went to pick them up today.
When I got to the pharmacy, I gave him Olivia's insurance card. O is on her father's soon-to-be-ex-wife's insurance.
I know, it's confusing, but I don't really want to get into all of that garbage on here. Suffice it to say, her dad's not really, uh,
involved in Olivia's life. It's been a year and a half since he's seen her. He lives an hour away. Somehow, there's always something more important. It's beyond infuriating. But I digress.
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Nope, not a new Nancy Drew mystery, unfortunately. It's much more prosaic.
Olivia has been using the One Touch Mini since last summer. She got a new, downloadable one at the endo appointment in February. It's her favourite meter.
However, yesterday I went to put her numbers for the last couple of days in the meter and I noticed that she tested her blood sugar at 4-ish on Friday and never checked it again until the next day. She swears up and down that she did check it, but there's nothing in her pump and nothing in the meter. Check that - there are carbs and insulin doses in her pump, but no blood sugar readings.
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For a number of years, I was the only diabetic I knew. Diagnosed when I was a little kid, there wasn't an army of advocates knocking down the doors of my school. As far as I knew, the only meter in my elementary school was mine. In my high school, there were two meters: mine and the one belonging to a classmate's older sister. No one else I knew was taking a fingerstick before having the orange slices at soccer practice, or before tap dance lessons.
My first taste of a diabetes community came one summer at camp. Growing up in New England, I had access to one of the best diabetes camps in the country - Clara Barton Camp. I spent six summers at CBC, giggling with my fellow campers, singing my lungs out at the nightly campfire meetings, and making friends.
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Nicole wrote an entry about blood sugar logging that struck a real chord with me.
I remember using old-school blood sugar meters that took a few minutes to provide a result and didn't have a memory, so my mother would diligently write the result down in my tattered, bloodstained logbook. For the first few months - maybe years - my logbook was a steady record of how my numbers were faring.
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Sometimes, I have a hard time doing two things at once. Sure, I can walk and chew gum at the same time, or do dishes while talking on the phone, or even pat my head and rub my stomach simultaneously. But when it comes to dieting, I have a hard time doing it all.
Basically, I can diet to keep my blood sugar healthy or I can diet to lose weight. But it seems I cannot both lose weight and control my blood sugar on the same diet. It seems really unfair.
When I was first diagnosed, I was told to lose weight and to monitor my blood sugar, making sure I kept it below 140 at the two-hour mark. At the time, I wasn't really given a frame of reference to put it into context for me. I did some research and all I knew was that high blood sugars lead to complications. I didn't know how high was high enough for complications. I didn't know that some people routine have blood sugar in the 300s or higher. I only knew that anything over 140 was bad.
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Sometimes, I have a hard time doing two things at once. Sure, I can walk and chew gum at the same time, or do dishes while talking on the phone, or even pat my head and rub my stomach simultaneously. But when it comes to dieting, I have a hard time doing it all.
Basically, I can diet to keep my blood sugar healthy or I can diet to lose weight. But it seems I cannot both lose weight and control my blood sugar on the same diet. It seems really unfair.
When I was first diagnosed, I was told to lose weight and to monitor my blood sugar, making sure I kept it below 140 at the two-hour mark. At the time, I wasn't really given a frame of reference to put it into context for me. I did some research and all I knew was that high blood sugars lead to complications. I didn't know how high was high enough for complications. I didn't know that some people routine have blood sugar in the 300s or higher. I only knew that anything over 140 was bad.
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I stare at the rack of magazines. The latest stars, the latest trends, the latest everything all stare back at me from glossy pages.
As a college student, I want to be in style. I want to have the latest fads and know the latest "body secrets." As a self proclaimed "fashionista", I want these magazines to tell me all that I need to dress with the world. As a diabetic, I just want a glossy paged magazine for diabetics!
A magazine that shows the latest gadgets, the latest research, the latest success stories. But I want all that to be catered towards me: the college student, the fashionista. I want hot trends in meters, new diet tips and expert advice on all my questions.
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