Category Archives: Diabetes

A weighty decision

Dx-on-dischargeWhen I was first diagnosed with diabetes, I took one insulin injection a day: a little bit of Regular and a little bit of NPH mixed in a syringe before breakfast. That quickly shifted to twice a day: before breakfast and before dinner.

I had a glucose test kit that stayed in the school nurse’s office. In 1981 (1st grade, diagnosis), it was a urine test, in 1991 (11th-12th grade) it was a blood test. But it was there, not with me.

The only thing I carried around with me everywhere I went was a little box of Sun-Maid raisins, in case I felt low. Or maybe a roll of Life Savers, which always ended up permanently stuck to the paper wrapping (and each other) ensuring I had plenty of fiber with my low BG treatment.

At some point I switched to blood tests, first by holding the strip up to a  color chart, and later by using a big, clunky meter. I took it with me on family outings, but I don’t remember ever taking it to school. All I took was the box of stale raisins to treat lows; or maybe a roll of Life-Savers, inseparably stuck to the foil wrapping and each other.

I don’t ever remember carrying a meter with me in school. In 9th grade, I had a late lunch period and consistently went low during my biology lab period before. But I fought through it like a champ chump, traveling light.

I can’t remember if I carried a meter with me to class in college. Twelve years later after diagnosis, I was still on just two injections a day, each was a mix of Regular and NPH, taken before breakfast and dinner, with the Regular dose on a sliding scale that increased with my blood sugar. The scale matched the intervals on the old Chemstrip color chart: 180-240, add 1 unit. 240-300, add 2 units. 300-400, add 3 units, and so on.

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Personal preference

Thcompact-disce worst song of the 1990s is  has got to be “Barbie Girl” by Aqua. Weezer’s “Undone – The Sweater Song” is a close second.

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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Boxers.

The DOC’s dying to know.

 BillClinton

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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.

DriversLicense

 

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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.

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It’s the end of the world as we know it

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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.

Target

This new guideline first crossed my eyes in the form of  a **BREAKING NEWS** post on Facebook.

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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…

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Breaking up is (not so) hard to do

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.

 

bracelet bottom  bracelet front

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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.

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Out with the old…

bracelet engraved

…in with the new.

After 33 years … the end of an era.

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