This is all over the diabetes online community and may have already been posted about on here, but I'm going to chime in with my 2 cents.

Have you heard? Halle Berry has managed to cure herself of type 1 diabetes and has beaten it down to type 2 and doesn't need insulin any more.

Isn't that a neat trick?

Perez Hilton even has something on it. You know the diabetes online community is really up in arms if it's being reported on Perez Hilton!

It's been talked almost to death, but I don't understand what Halle Berry's problem is with having diabetes. If she has type 1, is she ashamed of that? If it's type 2, shouldn't she be out there saying "Look! It's not a fat disease! Thin people who eat well and exercise a lot can also get type 2!
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I hit "ESC" on Toohey to double check when my last bolus was. Yep, right on time. I suspect I'll be slightly high since I changed my site this morning and had a fast-food breakfast. But when I see 304 I'm shocked. I squeezed out another glob of blood and checked again. This time 302. Son of a f*%#ing b*&%h!

I had taken 9.5 units to correct for a hideous fasting (which is why I changed my site a day early; I'd been running high since I put that site in on Sunday morning) and for the excessive amount of carbs I was eating for breakfast. I had even logged on to the restaurant's web site for nutrition information before bolusing.

I'm so livid now that I can't finish doing what I was doing. I can't think. What the hell is wrong? Two things came to mind:  (READ MORE)

I know I said I enjoy educating folks about diabetes, but I think I might keep my stinking mouth shut from now on.

The scene was a birthday party. I skipped my Symlin for the dinner portion because I didn't want to sneak away to inject. Looking at my plate of hamburger, baked beans and potato salad, I took my pump off my belt, SWAG bolused and went about the rest of my meal. No one seemed to notice my pump; if they did, they didn't say anything.

After presents it was, naturally, cake time. Ice cream cake to be exact. The Mr. and our friend A. cut while I helped distribute. When we got around to asking G. how big of a slice he wanted, his wife answered, "Just a little one. He's diabetic, that's why." Apparently, her comments got lost in the noise, because she repeated herself.

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Think Hank Azaria. Not Hank from Mad About You. Hank as a gay latino in Birdcage. You have that image, right? Can you hear his voice? Oh, man is he a riot. And as long as he’s not acting like a gay latino, he’s quite the looker, too.

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The trouble with good intentions is that quite often the result doesn't turn out the way we planned.

Since I was teleworking today I decided to get my labwork done for my next endo appointment in less than two weeks. The lab down the street allows patients to make appointments, which is simply wonderful. Their earliest available today was 8:30, which was actually pretty convenient for me since I had to shuttle the kids to camp.

I've been working really hard to make sure my fastings are low enough that I can walk in the mornings, but I wanted to be a little higher than usual today so I could make it to the 8:30 (fasting) appointment without bottoming out. Well, I completely screwed it up and woke up to 225 mg/dL. I was really close to going back to sleep because I've tried to walk off a high before and made things worse. I decided to go for a shorter, slower walk this morning.

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