The song “Blue” by Eiffel 65 is a close runner-up, but was redeemed by its potential to be used as a Blue Friday soundtrack.
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Diet Coke is a hundred times better than Diet Pepsi. But I’d choose either of those before drinking a Coke Zero.
I can tolerate Diet Pepsi from a can, but from a fountain, I find it repulsive.
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Dogs are awesome. I’m not particularly fond of cats.
My opinion was not at all influenced by this hysterical audition on AGT.
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I’d rather take an hour-long circuitous drive through Westchester and Rockland County than sit in traffic for twenty minutes on the Cross Bronx.
Even better, avoid driving in New York altogether.
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The DOC’s dying to know.
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There’s no reason to keep a straight face in a Drivers License photo. A smile will never go out of style.
But a mullet will.
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I’d prefer for you to leave a comment and tell me where my preferences may have gone astray.
But a simple Check! will suffice.
The last time I took insulin in my leg was in June of 2006. It was with my very last Novolog FlexPen.
I’m hoping this experiment turns out well, because real-estate on my body is about as valuable – if not more – than land in Manhattan. And this could open up more options for my CGM sensor, which seems to have a low tolerance for scar tissue.
That, and I can hide it beneath swim trunks. Summers are always hard for me when it comes to site selection.
Suddenly, my diabetes – as I know it – has changed. I learned this when I saw what you see in this picture.
I am thankful that the CGM alerted me to several PREDICTED LOWs before the actual LOW (my low threshold is set to 80 mg/dl), and after those repeated nags (despite a manually suspended basal), that I finally pulled out the meter.
I learned that my blood sugar was not 79, but it was 48…
…and I feel fine.
And that scared the crap out of me.
I wasn’t too scared of the 48, but was scared that I didn’t feel a freakin’ thing. Previously, I’ve dipped into the 70s and even the 60s while being unaware of my hypoglycemia, but never the 40s.
I felt perfectly fine. As if I could have gotten behind the wheel and driven to the grocery store (thankfully I didn’t), or stopped what I was doing to change my son’s wet diaper (I did). I didn’t hesitate to snap the photo in real-time (notice its not going back in the meter history) just before popping five glucose tabs. Nothing could slow me down. Nothing but my own self-restraint, that is.
I felt absolutely NOTHING. Physically.
Mentally, I felt bad about not feeling bad. And that feeling is terrifying.
And I fear it could happen again.
This new guideline first crossed my eyes in the form of a **BREAKING NEWS** post on Facebook.
It was posted by the very organization that made the news. (Does anyone else find that just a little bit self-serving and disingenuous?)
But after getting over my disgust over the misrepresentation of (what should have been) a press-release as a groundbreaking, developing situation, my thoughts shifted from the presentation to the message.
And my reaction to the lowering of an A1C target to 7.5% (from something that, I could only guess was something more than that) was a hearty, passionate…
Our relationship is over.
For thirty-three years, the only pieces of medical ID I owned was from Medic Alert. There were many.
They served me well (except for the few years that I refused to wear it, but that’s on me and not them), but I’ve become frustrated with them. The split-links would separate, the clasps would break, and the bracelet would slide off my wrist – at any moment, without warning. I’d spend too much time on my hands and knees looking for that tiny missing link, or pay a jeweler some astronomical amount of money to get a replacement.
Those split links (the tiny ones that clip to the medallion with the gap to allow for re-sizing, were too flexible and would always move or get caught on things. My sleeves and pockets have many a pulled thread because of that separated gap.
(When the split-link gets caught on a thread inside of the pocket and I try to manipulate my hand to break free - still hand-in-pocket - it can look like I’m engaged in something indecent. It’s embarrassing.)
So I went ahead and ordered a Stealth bracelet from Lauren’s Hope.
So far, I like it. It’s a little awkward in that the engraved medallion doesn’t twist over and the bracelet has to be removed for it to be read -the clasp is in the back, towards the center, (and I may not have ordered it if I’d known about this), but it’s been on my wrist for a week so far, and not having jagged edges to get caught on things is a definite plus.
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I know Lauren’s Hope gets a lot of publicity through blog posts and giveaways. This isn’t among them. Nobody asked if I was interested in an LH bracelet, I simply ordered it with my very own Visa card, using a promotion that was in effect over Memorial Day weekend .
If you’re interested in a Lauren’s Hope bracelet (there are lots of styles to chose from!), I don’t have promtional codes, giveaways, or anything else to offer. But if you look around the ‘net, you’re bound to find one. Or wait until 4th of July Weekend – I’m sure there will be some sort of promotion then.
After 33 years … the end of an era.