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November 25th 2008 @ 11:51 pm by
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First of all, I would like to give a huge thank you to everyone who offered to send test strips and insulin to Olivia. The support that the diabetes community gives is just amazing to me sometimes and I find myself overwhelmed and a bit teary-eyed at all the kindness. Heidi, over at The D-Log Cabin sent us some Novolog and Scott sent a box full of test strips. I also bought the Reli-On meter and strips at Wal-Mart and so far, we've had no issues with them. I think we're going to be OK for now. We get health insurance in another 60 days and I have an application in for MassHealth - if Olivia is approved for that, she'll be able to continue going to Joslin. If she's not approved, well, we'll have to switch endo groups - unless I can convince the insurance comapny to allow her to keep going, something I'm told they never do. But I'll try. I'm a persistent pain in the arse when I need to be.
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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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I find that dinner seems to throw my sugars off worse than anything! I guess I just can't help myself whenever it gets to be chow time. I LOVE ME SOME FOOD! It never fails; I'll go through the whole day and not have one high sugar and then BAM! Hyperglycemia CITY!
My eyes get way too big for my stomach!
Usually I'll come home after a long day, start raiding the cabinets and throwing random stuff together, next thing you know, I got a plate a nachos, some peanut butter cookies, and a Popsicle!
I know, I know, I am supposed to
eat healthy all the time...or something like that. I don't want people to think that because I'm a trainer that I eat perfect every day! I'm only human!
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I find that dinner seems to throw my sugars off worse than anything! I guess I just can't help myself whenever it gets to be chow time. I LOVE ME SOME FOOD! It never fails; I'll go through the whole day and not have one high sugar and then BAM! Hyperglycemia CITY!
My eyes get way too big for my stomach!
Usually I'll come home after a long day, start raiding the cabinets and throwing random stuff together, next thing you know, I got a plate a nachos, some peanut butter cookies, and a Popsicle!
I know, I know, I am supposed to
eat healthy all the time...or something like that. I don't want people to think that because I'm a trainer that I eat perfect every day! I'm only human!
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I find that dinner seems to throw my sugars off worse than anything! I guess I just can't help myself whenever it gets to be chow time. I LOVE ME SOME FOOD! It never fails; I'll go through the whole day and not have one high sugar and then BAM! Hyperglycemia CITY!
My eyes get way too big for my stomach!
Usually I'll come home after a long day, start raiding the cabinets and throwing random stuff together, next thing you know, I got a plate a nachos, some peanut butter cookies, and a Popsicle!
I know, I know, I am supposed to
eat healthy all the time...or something like that. I don't want people to think that because I'm a trainer that I eat perfect every day! I'm only human!
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When it comes to high blood sugar, I tend to think there are two different types. Those unfair, random ones that leave you guessing what happened. And the other ones, the ones you deserve.
Last night, I had a high that I deserved. Without a doubt, I deserved it.
In preparation for the next pregnancy (the thought of which leaves me in alternating states of excitement and sheer panic), my blood sugar goals are tight: 80 to 120. Pretty sure I'm not pregnant yet, I won't freak out if I'm 130 or 140 or even 150. But when I hit 200 last night, I knew I had to correct it.
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I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist testing the baby's blood sugar. Here's my excuse: her diaper was leaking, leaking, LEAKING! only several hours after a diaper change. So I freaked.
I've tested my other kids at random times for random reasons, or just because I wanted to. So I thought it would be OK. I know that kids can run higher than adults, but I had to know if the super leaky diaper meant more than she just had too much to drink.
Oh my God, I thought when I saw 135. I stopped thinking clearly. More accurately, I stopped thinking.
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Olivia recently pulled a stunt that simultaneously scared the crap out of me and made me madder that a sack full of wet cats.
She, against my instructions, set up an account on My Space. I found out she had it a while ago and would check her site every few days just to make sure everything was kept above board. She mostly used it to talk to her friends and to check out celebrities like Hannah Freakin' Montana. Oy. I let her know that I knew about it and that I was checking it out and she was fine with that.
Until this weekend, however. She changed her age to read 17 (she's 13) and some random guy contacted her. They talked for a bit until he started getting graphic at which point, she told him to leave her alone. What made me angry was that she gave the guy her name, her school and her address. What sent me thru the roof was that I didn't hear this from her, but rather from the vice principal at her school. Yeah, that one went over well.
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Olivia recently pulled a stunt that simultaneously scared the crap out of me and made me madder that a sack full of wet cats.
She, against my instructions, set up an account on My Space. I found out she had it a while ago and would check her site every few days just to make sure everything was kept above board. She mostly used it to talk to her friends and to check out celebrities like Hannah Freakin' Montana. Oy. I let her know that I knew about it and that I was checking it out and she was fine with that.
Until this weekend, however. She changed her age to read 17 (she's 13) and some random guy contacted her. They talked for a bit until he started getting graphic at which point, she told him to leave her alone. What made me angry was that she gave the guy her name, her school and her address. What sent me thru the roof was that I didn't hear this from her, but rather from the vice principal at her school. Yeah, that one went over well.
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It may be strange or alarming, but I've often imagined being kidnapped. I watch a lot of TV crime dramas, so the thoughts tend to race through my head. I imagine my reaction as a human, as a woman, and as a diabetic.
As a human, I know that I'm not giving up without a fight. My life is precious and valuable, whether someone else sees that or not. I would try every plan to escape or leave every clue to allow the police to do their jobs quickly and efficiently.
As a woman, the same truths apply. I'm not giving up without a fight. I refuse to give in to whatever threats unless I've tried my hardest to get away or delay the action.
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