Monthly Archives: March 2013
Yes. The DOC. The Diabetes Online Community.
You know how we all talk about how we aren’t diabetics, but PEOPLE with diabetes? How diabetes doesn’t define us? (thanks, Kerri) How we’ve got kids and parents, wives and girlfriends, husbands and boyfriends … though probably not all six at the same time?
For me, having a really high blood sugar usually means behaving cold and lonely. Insensitively shunning the people around me and just wanting to be left to myself to wallow in my craptastic day. I feel lousy and tired, and just want to sleep on it until I finally come down.
But — stop right there — on the way home from work today, a song came on the radio that reminded me of a different time. A time when I was younger, barely seventeen, and certainly not in as good control with my diabetes as I am now. My A1C back then was in the double digits — and I’m not talking about what comes after the decimal point.
You know how it is when you hear a song that brings you to an earlier time? Well this song brought be back over twenty years. But still, I remember every little thing, as if it happened only yesterday. Myself and three of my friends were sitting in my red 1984 Subaru driving back from Six Flags Great Adventure, and a Meat Loaf song came on the radio. My blood sugar was soaring, probably in the three- or maybe even four-hundreds.
Grandpa: Now, remember the plan, boy. If you run out of air, tug on the rope…
Bart: 64 times, no more, no less. Got it.
Grandpa: No no! 63 times if you’re out of air; 64 is if you found the treasure!
Grandpa: 61… 62… 63… Oh no! 63! He’s out of air! I’ve sent my only grandson to a watery gra… 64! He’s found the treasure! I’m rich!
-from The Simpsons 1996 episode “The Curse of the Flying Hellfish”
Remember that one? (I wish I could find a video to embed. Some help, please?)
I’m still recovering from the shock.
Breakfast (first tick-mark on left side of graph): 2 Eggo waffles with sugar-free syrup, provolone cheese, coffee
Lunch (mid-graph tick mark): A burrito, Taco Supreme, and 32-ounce Diet Pepsi (plus refill) from Taco Bell … along with a one hour dual-wave bolus: half now, half later.
I keep pinching myself to make sure I’m awake. This sort of thing doesn’t happen often; especially with meals like those. But considering some of the other days I’ve had, I’ll gladly take this one.