Wordless Wednesday: Unfair pricing

I always thought my test-strip distributor charged an unusually high amount for a (relatively) inexpensive strip. So I decided to see what my insurance company thought of the sticker-price.

That discount that they negotiated is pretty damn good. But it still leaves me scratching my head.

Why can’t the prices be the same for everyone?

Question to self: Dude, am I trying to kill me?

I woke up at 1:41 in the morning and tested my blood sugar, all by myself. For that, I am indescribably grateful.

Everybody needs a friend

On Wednesday, I attended a JDRF Adult T1 Meet-Up coordinated jointly by two of the New Jersey chapters.  I had been to a meet-up in New York City back in November, but I wasn’t quite sure what to expect out of this one. Curiosity and the opportunity to expand my social circle are what brought me there.

I’m glad they call it a “meet-up” and not a “support group”. I didn’t to make it seem like I’m going somewhere because I need help. Emotionally, I’m okay with my diabetes*. Physiologically, I’m confident in my ability to try new things and make it better (note that I said “my ability to try”, and not “my ability to make it better “. Some experiments work, some don’t, and some require such a lifestyle change that I won’t even try).  [* I realize how incredibly fortunate I am for that. I wish everyone else with diabetes could be the same.]

Eureka! The experiment worked!

It was Saturday night and I was tired. I’d already brushed my teeth and was about to climb into bed and tuck myself under the covers.

But first, a quick glance to make sure I could safely turn in.

I was starting to flatten out from my downward trend, and there were no arrows indicating the trend was ongoing, but it was still a bit too close for comfort for me.  A quick confirmation on my handy-dandy meter confirmed my suspicion: 91 mg/dl.

Wordless Wednesday: Flirting with danger

I believe I spent more time on Monday below the “low” line than above it.  Seriously, what the hell happened?

No, I wasn’t more active than usual; and no, this wasn’t a new infusion set/vial of insulin. Yes, the CGM matched the fingersticks.

And I can now say something I never thought I’d say: I am so freakin’ sick of Skittles — If I eat another Skittle before 2015 it will be too soon.