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" (READ MORE)

Turbo Squid

It has been three years, seven months, and fourteen days since I was first sitting on that powder keg in the emergency room. I sat with my parents as my blood sugar was checked for the first time and the diagnosis was made. As plain as day, the doctor said the string of words I had never known before that time, type-1 diabetes. (READ MORE)

Low blood sugars that happen in the middle of the night really suck! You're dead asleep, and then all of the sudden your dreams start getting confusing and weird. You start feeling like you should probably drag yourself out of bed and get something from your sugar stash. You barely have the energy to get up and then once you do you stumble around and nearly black out. You feel confused and you act and look as though you've had WAY too much to drink. Then after you climb back into bed you just sit there for a while and you try to wait patiently while your sugar goes back up or until you feel good enough to fall back asleep.

Well, that's what happened to me last night, and what I tend to experience almost once a week.
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We live in Southern California not too far from "the happiest place on earth." With that, season passes to "The big D" (as we refer to it) are a very good investment for us. We can go during the week after work for a few hours. Ofter we head over after church on Sunday for a few rides and then head home. The kids don't flip out because they know that we can go back when we want to. It works quite well for us and it's a blast!

Except when diabetes shows up in the form of a very scary low.

We made dinner reservations in New Orleans Square and we had to rush from Space Mountain which is on the other side of the park. My sister and her fiance took the lead and my wife and kids brought up the rear. Snaking through a ton of people is the easiest way to move quickly. Single file and move fast. I was at the very back of the line and of course started to feel low. (READ MORE)

Last night after a grueling workout with my best friend in The Slimmons Gym I was spent. My buddy Matt and I get together a few nights a week to exercise in my garage. We have a treadmill, heavy bag, speed bag, and a weight bench in there so I let Matt decide what exercises we are going to do and how many.

This has always worked out well since my only exercise of late has been Wii bowling. Matt used to play football in high school and was often found in his school workout room strapped to some machine. Basically Matt would have hated me in high school since I was all about band. We said the football game was the opening act for our half time show! How I do miss band. (READ MORE)

Tonight my wife and I will be attending my company holiday party. Now, I will start by saying I am pretty excited about the party this year since we are having it at the Queen Mary. I know my pocketbook would not normally allow for a night at a 5 start restaurant and then to also have a overnights stay in a legendary hotel aboard the ship is pretty exciting!


I am a little concerned about the indulging I will be doing this night. Like most guys, the term "open bar" is more like an "all you can drink challenge" especially if I know I do not have to drive anywhere. I hate what alcohol does to by blood sugar level. (READ MORE)