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Nausea? Check.
Potty problems? Check.
Lack of appetite? Check.
Feeling full? Check.
Happy with Symlin? Check.
I know, you think I'm crazy, but really I'm not. Promise.
This morning I clicked up to the highest Symlin dose--60 mcg. And by lunch you know where I was. But, at least that aspect is subsiding some. I'm starting to realize more consistently what I really wanted from Symlin: the effects on my appetite and desire to eat.
Most mornings it's a struggle to choke down my oatmeal breakfast. And even more of a struggle to convince myself to have a snack mid-morning. Sounds miserable, you say? But this is a drastic change in my habits pre-Symlin. Lunches and dinners I'm seeing similar benefits, namely eating much, much smaller portions and not snacking before bed. Oh, get this: The Mr. suggested we go to Dairy Queen last night for some ice cream and I was nauseous just thinking about it.
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When I heard about the
clinical trials that are beginning for a possible cure for type 1 diabetes, I was really excited! I can't imagine not having this disease to lug around anymore but I am willing to give it a shot that is for sure! I would imagine most people with diabetes would.
No more finger sticks and insulin shots. All the
calculating of carbohydrates and insulin on board would be gone. No glucose tabs to carry or a medical ID necklace to wear. I can't imagine it but I welcome it.
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There's nothing better on this snowy Friday afternoon than taking some time to catch up with the Blogabetes bloggers (that is, short of sledding down the hill behind my house on one of those round sleds, but I've digressed). Welcome to another edition of the Weekly Round-up!
Julia has had her share of
dealing with the flu - here's hoping her family is on the mend! Share your tips for how you deal with the winter sicknesses.
George has found the
answer to life, the universe, and everything during his bout with hypoglycemia. Do you have startling moments of randomness when you're experiencing a low?
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Since becoming a "Weight Watcher," I have noticed the amount of stress in my life has increased. Having diabetes means I carry around a bunch of stuff with me where ever I go. I have my
Glucose testing machine, strips, lancets, glucose tabs, and not to mention my carb counting book.
And now I have to add my Dining Out Guide which gives me the point values to restaurant food, my sliding scale for figuring point values, my tracker which I log my points in, and the Food Guide that has point values for all kinds of foods. So you see, I have more stuff to remember these days then I did before.
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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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I've gotten into the habit lately of bolusing for a meal more toward the middle or the end instead of before. It depends on a number of factors, including what and when I ate last, what I'm getting ready to eat, and what my pre-meal blood sugar is. This mid-meal bolus stems from several instances when I've either gone low or started to go low before I even finish eating. It's pretty unnerving to feel a low so close to a meal.
Like today, for example. I tested at 130 not long before we headed downstairs to eat lunch. Since there are few tables for the amount of people who typically choose to eat lunch in the lobby, I went ahead of the microwave-users to secure a place for the five of us.
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I have been conspicuously absent from these pages for a month now. My in-laws were staying with us for 2 weeks, but my writer's block started before their visit.
I just haven't had much to say. I have not followed through on my possible
New Year's resolutions very well. I'm tired of posting my failures here. I will say that my exercise has picked up a bit from the past few months, but it's barely discernable.
My mother-in-law also has type 2 diabetes controlled by metformin. We were both "good" during her visit - which means no fancy desserts and minimal refined carbs. So no excitement there to report.
I haven't been testing my blood regularly. I know that's a diabetic sin, but thanks to last year's weight loss, my numbers have really come down which is a good thing, but makes testing 2x a day rather boring.
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Yesterday my daughter Gillian decided to wear this shirt to school.
When we did the ADA walk last November, I made shirts with different sayings on them and Gillian’s says, “My Dad is #1” but right under the number sign there is the word “type” in very small letters.
When I got home and saw that she had been wearing it all day I asked her, “What made you want to wear that today?”
“I dunno, I just wanted to. A lot of kids asked about it and I told them all about diabetes.” She was so proud.
“Well what did you say?”
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Diabetes shows up in the most awful places. Take yesterday for example.
A little background first. Saturday night I was two hours away from home with my kids celebrating Hanukkah with old family friends. The Mr. was on call, so he stayed home. As we were preparing to leave and head to my parents' condo, No. 3 fell down a flight of stairs. No one saw her go, but No. 2 saw her at the bottom of the stairs. Actually, No. 2 saw No. 3's light-up shoes at the bottom of the stairs. This was a full flight of 10 to 12 stairs from a first floor to a basement.
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