Stephen Davies

I'm writing two posts today because I am so incredibly frustrated I really need an outlet. I am about to start throwing things through the wall (which I really don't think my neighbors would appreciate). Particularly, I'm going to throw my stupid pump through the wall (I know they really won't appreciate that!). I have been having a lot of trouble with it since day one. The worst part is that I am having so much trouble with the company and getting help. (READ MORE)

jyyne_2000

I was busy. I thought it'd be here sooner. I just didn't take the time to think about it. The insurance company shouldn't be so slow. I have too many other things to handle. I'm still new to pumping so I haven't realized the increased needs. I couldn't really judge how much was left. (READ MORE)

Pink Sherbet Photography

Sometimes I really want my friends to know about my diabetes. Other times, I really hate that they know anything about it at all.

My mom always told me to be open about being diabetic so that my friends would know how to treat lows and what to do in case of emergencies. She's right (why are mothers always right?!?). My friends need to know where my glucagon is in my house. They need to know the symptoms of low blood sugars. My friends need to be prepared for the emergency situations that come about when you're diabetic. (READ MORE)

godesia

Christmas means joy. Christmas means tales of sugar plums dancing in children's heads. Christmas means Christmas dresses.

This past holiday was my first pumping Christmas, which meant learning how to "graze" and square bolus at all the parties, how to watch for trends from "holiday stress" and how to buy a Christmas dress fit for a pump.

Typically, finding a dress is hard enough. I'll try on one hundred to find one. Some are too fancy, some are the wrong color, some are just ugh! But never has one been unfit for a pump. Until this Christmas.
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Some days I'm fed up with this whole diabetes thing-testing, tracking, meal planning. I know, being pregnant and all, tight control more important than ever, but frankly, I'm just tired of it! So, please pardon my little pity party while I rattle off a few things I hate about being a pregnant diabetic.

Constantly testing. I know it's important. I've learned not freak out if the numbers aren't where I want, but to simply take the information and make adjustments as needed. It's the act of watching the clock for the two-hour mark, never leaving the house without my meter, notebook and insulin pen, and pricking my damn finger close to 10 times a day, although most of the time, I just use my arm. I know it's not as accurate, but it's less pain and less mess. (READ MORE)