I just read about the tragic death of socialite Casey Johnson, daughter of New York Jets owner Woody Johnson and heir to the Johnson & Johnson fortune. She was just 30.

Before the details of her death unfolded, I just thought, how horrible. I knew nothing about Casey Johnson. I wondered why she died. Why the sudden spate of 30-something celebrity deaths. I thought about her father, Woody Johnson, whose football team just made it into the playoffs for the first time in three years. I thought about what must have been a horrendous emotional plummet from great exultation to unthinkable grief.

And then amongst the headlines reporting her death, I saw the word. Diabetes.

And of course I think of Charlie.

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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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I wrote recently about my first fast. I loved the experience and I hope you decide to look into it for yourself to see if it’s something you’re interested in doing. But now that a few days have past, and I’m back to eating, “normal” again, I wanted to let everyone know how things are going.

Since the fast I have had a few highs, some mild depression (psychological, as well as physiological), but overall some WONDERFUL blood sugars!

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::knock knock::

"Hey! You said you had some wellness numbers you wanted to show me," I said to A on Monday around lunchtime.

"Oh you're so good to remember!" she said.

A had stopped me in the parking lot Thursday afternoon after she returned from our annual conference. She had been to the wellness booth where they drew an unbelievable amount of blood to test cholesterol, glucose, A1C, etc. She couldn't remember exactly the name of the test she wanted to talk to me about but knew it was something like hemoglobin.

"I'll bring the paperwork on Monday and we can discuss it," she said as she got into her car.

I had forgotten, actually, that we were going to talk about it. I'm not sure what triggered the memory; maybe it was because I was walking across the parking lot.

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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)