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Waiting out the low

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Last Friday, I hated Dear Diabetes, like really, really hated it. If I could, I most certainly would have kicked it in the teeth. Most certainly. It all started minutes before I was to go on my long run. I always test my blood sugars before a run with the rule of thumb that any reading below 7.5 gets a dose of carbs, anything above I wait until my first walk break. But Friday morning, when my BG read 5.7, I did not feed it with carbs – all because I trusted BLOODY technology over my own knowledge of my own body. I recently got myself a Dexcom G4 Continuous Glucose Monitoring system, which, for those of you not in the diabetes know, essentially shows the trend patterns of your blood sugars. And so, just before my run, after testing, I looked at the CGM and it showed a slanted […]

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Pins and needles

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Have you ever been so cold, you could feel the veins in your hands and arms jumping and shifting with your every movement? Have you ever been so cold, the act of holding something as small as a cell phone is near impossible, let alone pressing the button to turn on the screen? Have you ever been so cold, your muscles plain go on strike? I have! Friday. I was scheduled to run 110 minutes, which if I calculated correctly was around 18 or 19 km, and because I had a dentist appointment at 10:30 (the possibility of a root canal – eek!) I figured I’d get the run out of the way first thing. What better way to calm your nerves then a run right 😀 Big Ring designed me a route Thursday, we reviewed it twice, and then talked about it again the morning of in hopes that

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Giveaway: The Bloody Diabetic

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So. You know my fingers. My heavily callused fingers. My heavily callused fingers that became that way from decades of pricking them with a sharp needle. My heavily callused fingers that I squeeze blood from at least eight times a day. Have you ever wondered what I do with the excess blood lingering on those fingers following a blood test? Or, have you just assumed I use Kleenex or an alcohol swap or something else of that ilk. That would, after all, be the logical, un-gross thing to do right. Yeah. That’s not me. I like efficiency when it comes to blood testing, and adding an extra, in my opinion, useless step cuts down on said efficiency. I understand having to wash my hands prior to a test (which I do about 80 per cent of the time) but cleaning up with an alcohol swab post test, why would I

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18 months: too fast

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(I’m a few days late with this post.) Dear Little Ring, 18 months, how has that happened. I swear, it’s as though I blinked and you went from a crying, sleeping, pooping lump, to this super chatty, super curious, super adventurous, walking, running, climbing, and trying to cycle little boy. And your knowledge, my goodness, is incredible. This year and a half, I have learned so much from you. Every day I learn from you. I’ve learned that we don’t need to know all the words in the world, we don’t even need to know how to read in order to find love and laughter in the world of books. That day YOU read the Gitchy Gitchy Goo book at the edge of your room, no idea that I was watching from afar, tickling yourself at all the right pages, and getting super excited with giggles at all the right

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Call of the bad belly

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Sometimes it’s cheese, but never yogurt. Sometimes it’s bread, but never peanut butter. Sometimes it’s chocolate ice cream, but never Swiss chocolate. Sometimes it’s carrots, but never cucumbers. Always, it’s frustration. Last week, for five straight days, I had a belly the size of a thumb-sucking alien baby, and I had no idea why. What did I eat? What did I do? Was I stressed? Was it the healthy energy balls, or the homemade tea latté, or the mid-week lunch date, or was it the upcoming pre-calc test I’d been studying non-stop for? This scenario was not a new one for me. For years, I have struggled with bloating, with a belly that juts out to the size of a five-month pregnant chick the moment it takes in something it’s decided it doesn’t like, tormenting me with gaseous, explosive pains that roil about and kick beneath the skin’s surface. A

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