Today was another one of those weird diabetes days. As you may have read in an earlier post, I recently began using a Novolog Pen. This is quite a transition for me since I have had diabetes for 14 years and I have only used two different methods to control it. Well today, I learned a lesson with the pen. I forgot to do an "air shot" test. This is where you dial up a dose and then inject it into the air to make sure that insulin will actually come out. Instead of doing the air shot, I just dialed up the dose that I needed for breakfast and then injected myself and left for the day. After three hours had passed I was ready for another snack so I tested my sugar to see where I was at.

The meter read 340.
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I've seen him twice since he was diagnosed. And each time I want to tackle him and say "I'm diabetic, too." It's so weird to restrain myself. I don't know why I feel this sort of odd connection to this person who I literally have nothing else in common with.

Perhaps because his diagnosis was rather tragic, for lack of a better word. Not that any of our diagnoses weren't tragic, but this seemed especially emotional. In a strange whirlwind of terrible events, Mike lost the house he grew up in and was diagnosed with diabetes in one foul swoop.

I got the information about the diagnosis third hand, so who knows how reliable this is; I was told that after friends were worried about his behavior and took him to the ER, his blood sugar was 1,600. Now I've heard of some folks having some readings over 1,000 at diagnosis, but this just seemed over the top. Nonetheless, he spent some time in the hospital. (READ MORE)

In yesterday's post I talked about going to my first insulin pump class. I said that I was a little leery about going and that I wasn't sure what to expect. Well, after spending about three hours learning about the pump I'm still not sure. I guess I'm just not ready to switch over to this method of diabetes control. I still can't imagine being hooked to that little thing all the time! I realize that I could still remove it and go back to the manual injection routine, I'm JUST NOT READY YET. One thing I did learn was that I might be ready for an "insulin pen".
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I have been keeping a dirty little secret. I don't know why it feels like a dirty little secret, it's legal in 50 states and not immoral.

I've told everyone I haven't needed insulin since Kate was born. I was up to 30+ units a day of NPH. I haven't taken any NPH since her birthday. I also had an insulin pen of Humulin for the days that I just didn't control myself at lunchtime. Sometimes it was lunch out with the girls, or birthday cake at work, or just unfortunate run-ins with the evil vending machine. But it was important to control my sugars for the baby's sake, so I did what I needed to do. (READ MORE)