Logging. It is something every diabetic should do. It is important in terms of identifying patterns and making decisions about dosing - and it is vital to figuring out when you need to be paying more attention and where your problem areas are in the course of a day. I remember the bad old days of handwritten logbooks. They were cumbersome and not at all useful, even when they were kept up and brought to the doctor. Technology has come a long way and there are many great tools available for logging everything we need to be tracking. But, for me at least, logging is still an excruciating task. (READ MORE)

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What kinds of exercises, hobbies, or activities do you enjoy doing and what kinds of things do you do to navigate around blood sugar issues? This was my random thought of the day so far, so I thought I would share it with you guys and see if you would tell me your stories in return.

Personally, one of my most favorite passions is Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. I am training about 5 times a week or so, it makes me feel great and I love it. But one thing about Jiu Jitsu is that it's very intense and it's difficult to find the balance between having good sugars and being able to participate fully, say for example, like any non-diabetic person would.
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His hands move over my waist to my hips.  He brushes by my insulin pump, which feels to me about fifty times its actual size.  I wonder, does he notice it there beneath my clothes, beneath his hand? 

My bloodsugar is 355 mg/dl.  I feel yucky.  I know I'm spilling ketones.  When he kisses me, do I taste like fruit, like wine, like the acetone that's eating away at me?  Does he see the awful dry feeling behind my eyes; is he thinking I look as horrible as I feel? 

He takes my hand, lacing his fingers through mine.  I trace his palm with my fingertips.  My arms above my head, he's tying my my hands - his skin so near mine again.  Why do these calluses feel so obvious, so hard and unfeminine? 

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When I opened my e-mail at work this morning, the blood test results that I was planning to e-mail my endo about first thing were already there. This was a series of blood tests my insurance company required before I can go on the pump. The first thing I saw was "A1C - 6.8".

"Kick Ass!" I thought, and saying something more work appropriate outloud. I was down from 7.9 in October, which was down from 9 three months before that. I was definitely doing good, definitely on the right track.

The actual test my insurance required was a C peptide. This measures the amount of insulin my pancreas makes. The less insulin you make, the lower your C peptide level.

For the last three years, I've been living life as a person with type 2 diabetes. My c peptide result of <0.1 shows otherwise. Essentially, I make little--very little--insulin. (READ MORE)

By now I am sure most of you have heard about the “breakthrough” discovery made regarding a possible cure for type 1.

When I saw the report on NBC nightly news I was floored. I sat in my chair staring in front of the TV. My son said, “that is cool huh dad?”

I just looked at him and said, “I guess it is.”

His weird look was probably a mirror of the weird look I felt I had on my face. How was I supposed to feel about this? (READ MORE)

With Carey and George writing about music that moves their diabetes lives, I wanted to add my two cents on this one.

For years now, the song Fitzcarraldo by The Frames has reminded me of the diabetes community and our lives with diabetes. The song Fitzcarraldo is based on a movie from 1982 about a man, Brian Fitzgerald, so enchanted with opera and the singer Enrico Caruso that he takes it upon himself to build an opera house right where he lives.

In the middle of the Peruvian jungle.

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