Monthly Archives: March 2012
Let’s suspend reality for a moment. Many people in America are doing today that anyway.
As of this writing, the Mega-Millions lottery jackpot is up to $640,000,000. That’s more than half a billion dollars. What would you do if you won this enormous jackpot? I admit, I’ve fantasized about it a bit.
Of course, I would make sure that my family and I were taken care of: housing, college tuition, all that good stuff. I would keep my house – I like it here – but I’d probably put in a pool and maybe hire a housekeeper (with excellent carb-counting skills) to do the cooking and cleaning for me.
But what of the rest? Although I’ve probably got a better chance of waking up tomorrow, magically cured of diabetes, than I do of matching all six numbers, it’s still nice to dream.
I suppose this is what my pancreas looks like: emptiness where the insulin is supposed to be.
Except the pancreas probably isn’t made of broken glass.
Fortunately, I had a backup. (Backup Novolog. Not a backup pancreas – my pharmacy doesn’t stock those and my insurance wouldn’t cover it anyway.)
Oh, and even though we all do it, the butter compartment of the fridge is not a particularly good place to keep insulin, particularly if it’s also where you keep the butter.
Such are the sagas of living with diabetes.
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Two weeks ago, I wrote about making an appointment with the ophthalmologist. Yesterday was the day, and the day went surprisingly well.
Making the walk from my house to the office was easy – it took about 10 minutes. It was also kind of cloudy. This is good, I thought. It’ll make my walk home that much easier. I brought my laptop with me to pass the time.
I took this image about a year and half ago and posted it on TuDiabetes shortly before starting this blog. But in the spirit of Wordless Wednesday, I thought it’s worth sharing it again here.
While I was in the middle of preparing yesterday’s blog post and recovering from a low BG (the result of overtreating a high BG, itself a result of a Sunday breakfast of delicious pancakes), I heard these words from the next room.
“Daddy, I have a bloody nose.”
When you are a parent with diabetes, these things often – OK, always – happen at the worst possible time. I wasn’t in the most wonderful shape to take care of my kid, but I did it anyway without giving it a second thought. After blotting J’s nose with half a box of tissues, I then turned my attention to cleaning the carpet – rather than quietly and patiently waiting the prescribed 15 minutes before testing again. My priorities: PARENT FIRST, PWD SECOND.