Diabetes

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Sick day selections

Diabetes, Uncategorized

Today is Day 3 and a half of being stuck at home, relegated to either the bed or the couch, and my gawd, I am bored as hell AND I have a super sore back! On the upside though, despite my nose still being completely stuffed up and infected green grodies still curdling out of my throat, I think I’m on the mend. My head isn’t quite so foggy, my voice isn’t quite so smoky, and I’m not struggling to climb the stairs nearly as much as I have been… I just need my blood sugars to get back on an even keel and the wheezing hack to disappear and I’ll be happy snappy once again. The only saving grace of being sick is the all-day viewing I get (between cat naps of course) of the Food Network and girly, girly movies. My top 10 best sick day movies: 13 […]

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Diabetes on colds

Diabetes

I try not to whine and complain about this disease of mine; I spent far too many years doing so and it never got me anywhere. So instead, I try to pretend we’re friends all the while fighting to conquer it behind its back. But some days Dear Diabetes gets the upper hand. The last five days, it’s had the upper hand. I’m sick. I’m miserable. And yes, I’m whining a bit too. So please, allow me this: Why the F is everything WITH diabetes so bloody complicated? Last Monday, I was exhausted. After dinner I crashed on the couch not having any energy to pull myself up and get things done. By 9:30, I was out for the night. Tuesday, I hadn’t yet clued in, but my blood sugars had. They were having a hyperglycemia party in my veins. Wednesday, I had tired voice the entire day. Thursday, I

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Trio of sneakers

Diabetes, Running

Well, it’s official. I’m scared of my own shadow. I didn’t think it possible. I thought that was just fictional Roger Rabbit type fare, but nope, the other night it became clear, it can happen in real life. It happened to me – multiple times. What, you don’t think that’s scary? Turn out the lights and you might change your tune… I was out on a run with my favourite running chick and speedy – a reunion run of sorts – we were running along a super dark corridor, so dark and scary our speeds on the Garmin almost always increase along that 2 km stretch. When out of the corner of my eye, I saw a couple of dark figures coming at us, I swear I nearly jumped out of my shoes. My stomach dropped into my ankles, my throat clenched right up. And in the milliseconds that followed, my head

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I’m rubber, you’re glue…

Diabetes

The other day I gave you something that I love, and so today, I give you something of the opposite: my new Animas sleeves. Lunch bag letdown 🙁 Before I start, though, let me first preface this dislike by stating that my contact at Animas is so totally super awesome and pretty much bends over backwards for me when I have concerns about the product, which is how I ended up with the sleeves for my pump and metre in the first place. I emailed her last month to complain about the grubby state of my pump. It’s protective screen had started peeling up at the edges (likely from all the banging into walls I do) and had grime and crusty sweat and dirt and dust building up underneath, which was majorly grossing me out. However, when I got the replacement pump several months ago, there was a note attached

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Supercharge me

Diabetes, Running

Today was a blasé day. I came home feeling rundown, unexcited, and unenthused. Not even Big Ring’s cheery smile greeting me at the door could muster anything more than a woe-is-me ‘hey’. The weather was partly to blame. I haven’t been officially diagnosed, but I’m pretty sure I suffer from seasonal affective disorder (SAD: how appropriately acronymed!). And after one week of massive snow, which kept me house bound, and which later turned into two weeks of non-stop rain, and ugly grey, it was bound to hit me hard. Today, it hit me hard. All I wanted to do was crawl into my bed and hide under the covers. But the thing is, Big Ring didn’t just have a smile on when I walked through the door. He had his running tights on as well. I could have said no, I could have told him I just wasn’t feeling it,

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