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Most will call it dry mouth or cotton mouth , some might say they have a waterless windpipe or a parched palate, acting disturbed by their unquenched uvula, and yet another might compare it to having a mouthful of sweaters mucking up the place to no end. Whatever alliterative or clothed name it goes by, the sticky mouth feel of a high blood sugar is enough to furrow my brow to its limit. (READ MORE)

I had another interesting experience today. I was in a restaurant and an older woman sitting at a table near me began to get sick. She was vomiting a little and the people she was with, her son and her friend weren't exactly sure what was happening. Her waitress and the restaurant manager were obviously and understandably a little nervous. Other people began to talk and wonder what was going on and then finally I heard those famous words again, "I'm diabetic". So I went over to her and I introduced myself, eerily similar to my "diabetic angel" experience. I asked her what was going and told her that I was also diabetic. She told me she had been having some high sugars and she hadn't been feeling well. She said her blood sugar was in the 400's earlier and she had just taken 6 units to get it down.

This little lady was so sweet.
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I needed a set change last night. I am not one of the good diabetics that always do their set changes the same time of day. When I run out, I change. Anyhow, last night was one of those times.

My kids wanted to play some Nintendo Wii before they had to take their evening showers so I decided that I would change my set first and then we could play. I switched from my left leg to my right leg. Typically I start at the top of my thigh on the far right and then move my way across my thigh until I have to move down and start over. Sort of an infusion set typewriter. (READ MORE)

After a couple of days worth of Christmas Goodies my insulin pump was ready for a new reservoir. I thought about this on the drive home and somewhere throughout all the evening rituals suchs as checking emails and opening up mail I completely forgot about my pump.

It was right before we were going to sit down for dinner and I realized that I had not refilled. I check my pump that shows -:-- and the time left. Great! I grab my bottle of insulin and all my supplies. Is it just me or does insulin turn into champagne when you are in a hurry? I swear my reservoir looked like I had it filled with soap! There were bubbles everywhere. (READ MORE)

michalmucha

I get frustrated every day. Diabetes is making me feel like I am semi-losing my mind. I literally have to ask myself everyday, "Am I losing it"? To be honest with you it is scaring me a little. My sugars are all over place. Is this blood sugar roller coaster "normal" for those people out there who are doing "good" with diabetes?

I would like to pose a question to you if you're reading this right now and you are a person with type 1 diabetes and take daily insulin injections. If you have an A1C of 6 or lower, how often are your sugars in the 200's... if ever?
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Life is full of simple pleasures.

Today I slept in until 12. I made some coffee. I drank about 4 cups. I had a nice little breakfast. I turned on the tv and actually caught a decent movie. The movie was, "The Broken Trail" with Robert Duval. It was about some good ol' cowboys taking some horses about 800 miles or so through some beautiful country in Wyoming. The movie really hit home with me this morning. I love to be outside. I love that I am country guy and that I am in my element when I am out in the wilderness. I love a good fire and a good meal. Sometimes I am happiest with just a cup of coffee and maybe a smoke if I feel like it.

Bottom line is today I was depressed.

I had a nice breakfast, watched that great movie, drank my coffee, and then tested my sugar.
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