Diabetes

type 1, insulin pump, blood glucose

Rub a dub dub, no pump in the tub

Diabetes, Running

After more than a month of go-go-go, early mornings, late nights, jam-packed days, my mind and body are physically and mentally exhausted. The state of my mind right now: I do not want to stare into a computer screen, I do not want to tap away at a keyboard, I do not want to answer the phone, I do not want to decipher my chicken scratch. The entire drive home I had visions of vegging on my couch, watching PVR’d episodes of How I Met Your Mother and The New Girl with Zooey Deschanel (LOVE!). That was going to be my evening. That is, until Mario suggested a run. I wasn’t sure how the run would go given that I was up until 1:30 a.m. last night, meaning I only had 4.5 hours of sleep, and was seriously like The Walking Dead today. But because I haven’t done much aside […]

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Sad day

Diabetes

Pic-a-post #3: If computers and cell phones can change the clocks over automatically, surely the insulin pump industry can to. Behind the times Animas, just saying… While the world over was celebrating get an extra hour weekend this weekend, I was mourning the loss of a dear friend. This friend wasn’t a friend I saw often, in fact she rarely came around, but those times she did were so special, filled with smiles and laughter and warmth, such an incredible warmth. But today, her warmth was iced over. Goodbye waffles, my friend, I will miss you dearly. Image by Foundry Co from Pixabay When Mario woke me up this morning, he asked if I’d be interested in waffles for breakfast. It’s not a question he asks often as he knows I love, love, LOVE the waffles – plain waffles, buttery waffles, fruit laden waffles, syrupy waffles – and that I really

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Experiment. Day 2.

Diabetes, Running

Diabetes pic a post #2: Waking up with a morning low is NOT a good way to start the day. (The blur could be the result of low lighting or my spastically shaky hands, which is a common low BG symptom.) For a girl who doesn’t like change, I’m sure doing a lot of it lately. For almost two years my belly has been the go-to locale for my infusion sites, and for the 22 years prior to that, it was the number 1 spot for my injection sites. That’s not a good thing. Skin tissue that is repeatedly poked and prodded and injected full of stuff in the same spot builds up scar tissue which if you build up enough can pretty much deform your body. But here’s the deal, I’ve got a buddha belly, always have, and it is a prime spot for finding a good wad of

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Where I belong

Diabetes, Training

Forget dressing up as a princess; I’m already one of those. Forget Hermoine Granger’s book bags and wizardry outfits. Forget even painting my face Smurfette blue. This year for Halloween I dressed up as a marathoner, and took full opportunity to go trick-or-treating. And by trick-or-treating, I mean running of course. Wait a sec, you’re thinking, she already told us this, yesterday, the day of. Yes, I did. But I did not tell you the significance of yesterday’s run. Two things: 1) It was my first run since Tiffany. 2) It was Mario’s first run since the start of cycling season. Let’s start with me first, because, well, I like to talk about me 😉 Before leaving the loft, Mario looked at me in my shorts and two technical shirts with concern all over his face. You do realize it’s cold out there, he said. I nodded. Like freezing cold,

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Halloween humbug

Diabetes, Running

Ahh, Halloween, the bane of my existence … or at least it used to be. It’s days like today that had me cursing my disease or just all out rebelling against it. I don’t know which gods were in charge of diagnosing me with T-1, and I don’t know how the hell I managed to piss them off so increduously, but I’m thinking it was pretty darn nasty of them to diagnose me at 9 years old – to give me 9 bloody years, 5 of which I could clearly remember eating sweets, before putting a lock with no key on my beloved candy store. Before diabetes, I loved sugar, oh man, did I ever. Hot lips, jujubes, pop rocks, tootsie rolls, strawberry bon bons, banana marshmallows, lifesavers, fizz, fun dip, pixie sticks, nibs, sweetarts, green apple lollipops, and don’t even get me started on chocolate bars. Oh Henry, oh yes

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