Beep Boop Beep.

My pump tells me it’s been two hours since my last bolus and that I should check my blood glucose level.

Beep. I clear the alarm.

I slip a test strip into my meter.

Beep. It is ready for me to drop blood on it.

Beep. The machine starts the countdown.

Beep. 163.

Press the Bolus Wizard button on my pump and enter the number.

Beep. Beep. Beep. I accept the amount of insulin and get it sent on its way. As soon as the bolus amount is finished being delivered I hear one last sound.

Beep.

From the other side of cubical partition I hear, “What is that beeping?”

“Sorry, that’s me and my stuff.”

“Ugh, I kept hearing all this beeping. I thought I was going crazy.” She replied. (READ MORE)

I have officially started my new job and I am excited about the potential that lies ahead. For a while now I have been chasing after the opportunity to work for this company and I'm at a point where I feel comfortable sharing more about it. While I am employed full time with my new job I will also continue to do some personal training and be a blogger for dlife. So anyway, enough of the dancing around,I am now a full-time employee of the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation (JDRF) and I am really happy about it.
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Sometimes I am shocked at how invisible diabetes can be. I was having practice at church the other night for the contemporary band when my Bass player asked us to pray for him.

"Of course! What is going on?"

He explains to me that he is having surgery on his eye to drain fluid in it and would just like us to keep him in our prayers. He started telling us about how he had this same surgery on his other eye and that it worked really well so he his hopeful that this surgery will be another success. I asked him what causes the problem he is having.

"Diabetes." (READ MORE)

ldleeuw

When I was little, I imagined a perfect life. I picked careers, pretended to make life-changing decisions and pictured my future. Nothing was affected by realistic needs and the facts of my life. I could be anything and never worry about discrimination in the workplace. I could live anywhere and not stress over medical access or insurance. My mind was limitless.

Now I make these life-changing decisions for real: I pick future careers, places to live and potential spouses. Now I have limits. My decisions factor in my diabetes and my future with diabetes. I look at things like job requirements, insurance benefits and personal reactions to my diabetes. Everything is affected by it. (READ MORE)

dLifeTV

My girlfriend and I just finished watching a program on TV called "Rock of Love". The star of the show is Bret Michaels, a type 1 diabetic of many years and former lead singer of the rock and roll band, "Poison". The show is all about Bret attempting to find his "rock of love" and tonight's episode was the season finale. (READ MORE)

I woke up from a sound mid-day nap to the coarse rock sounds of Papa Roach, otherwise known as my ring tone. I was a bit stunned by this noise and as I exited slumber land I wondered why I felt so sweaty.

On the other end of the connected phone call was my girlfriend, eager to head out and enjoy the rest of the day together. I vaguely remember some brief hellos and a discussion about what to do for food. It turned into one of those "What do you feel like?", "I don't know what do you feel like?" conversations. That ping pong song was short lived as I snapped into the phone, "I Don't Care Where We Eat! Just Come Pick Me Up!" Click,. I'm not sure, exactly, who ended the phone call but as the antagonist of this story, it was likely me. (READ MORE)