sixuntilme

Up and down. That's the way it's been lately. Numbers are up, numbers are down, nothing is making sense, patterns are confusing, emotions are frustrating. I've seen some wildly high numbers in the past week or two that are completely blowing my mind. Go to bed at 109 mg/dl, but wake up at 5 am in the 300's.
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Blogabetes

Ok. So today I want to discuss some research that I think is very interesting and it has to do with your favorite cup of joe.

If you remember, back in early December I wrote an article called Hyperglycemia coffee anyone?. The article discussed my feelings about drinking coffee and how I thought it raised my sugar. I had a few people comment on my post who had also experienced this blood sugar raising phenomenon as well.
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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. (READ MORE)

Being a dad with diabetes can have some affects on your family that you may have not thought about. I always show and explain as much as I can about my type 1 diabetes to my children, but there are times that my diabetes shows its ugly face in their lives.

Like this story:

I remember back to an event at our church when my son was five. It was a neighborhood fair and there were games, food, and bounce houses of every style you can think of. Each of the church members was asked to bring a dessert or casserole to share. Well, one family brought a huge box of individual wrapped Twinkies.

My son comes running over to me and asked if he can have one and of course I said okay. He grabbed a package of yellow squishy goodness and brought it over to us so we could help him get it open. As I am opening the package I can see his little eyes staring in wonderment at this very strange looking cake-like sort of thing.

I ask, "Have you ever had a Twinkie?" (READ MORE)

I can't believe I'm actually going to say this, but here goes. I'm sort of looking forward to my next A1C test. I know. I know. I'm a nut, but I have good reason to believe that the next one will be lower than the last one, which was (*blush*) 9%.

I decided to torture myself the other day by looking at my meter average. In the past when I've done this, a little calculation will show me that the average number of times I was testing per day was about one or two. The other day after a little calculation I found that my average number of per-day tests was four. I was incredibly happy with this because it meant that I am actually paying more attention to what is going on with me. Now, I know that I'm still slacking in some areas, but an average of four test per day is way better than one or two. Even for a type 2.

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