Category Archives: D-blog week 2013
So today I have a choice: I can either tell you three blog posts I’ve read and loved this week, or I can tell you three new blogs I’ve found, or I can pick another wildcard and tell you my fantasy device.
Since it’s the last day of Diabetes Blog Week and I don’t really want to leave any stone unturned, I’ll do all of them (sort of).
Today is “Diabetes Art Day”. For me, inspiration comes to me at random times, not when prompted. Since I’ve got nothing art-related to share today, I’m going to exercise my Diabetes Wild Kingdom Wildcard option (ironically, I opted-in to the Creativity/Art category last year). But if you really want to see some of my creative artwork, you can look at my MS-Paint masterpiece from Thursday, my video re-enactment of hypoglycemia from last month, or my very first Wordless Wednesday).
My very first pets were a pair of goldfish. My dad bought them for me as a young child as a reward (a/k/a bribe) when I stopped wetting my bed. I named them after the then-famous cartoon magpies, Heckle and Jeckle.
When I get my diabetes service-animal, I’m going to honor it by naming it after my very first pet. I’ll name it Heckle. But this Heckle won’t be a bird, nor will it be a fish.
We’re in the home-stretch of Diabetes Blog Week! Karen saved the hardest for last (it seemed much easier last year), so I’m probably going to struggle a bit with my posts for the next three days. Today I get to trade my diabetes for a different chronic disease — but which one? It’s not as easy a choice as it may seem.
I’ve been thinking about this one for days, and honestly, I’m stumped. I had a few passing ideas, though…
- Bad Medicine. Jon Bon Jovi sang about it — “You’re love is like bad medicine … there ain’t no doctor that can cure my disease.” It sounded pretty good — Jon seemed happy. If I understand the words correctly, the girl is the treatment and his lust for the girl is the “disease”, but it took a lot of lyrical analysis to reach that conclusion (and I’m not sure I’ve got it right). But I’m happily married, and there are so many ways that this could be mis-interpreted. So I think I’ll pass on that unnamed disease.
- Hashimoto’s. I don’t know what it is, but I know it has something to do with the thyroid. I remember after being terrified of adding yet another ailment to my Medic-Alert bracelet, my pediatric endo tried to console me with “If I had to choose to have any disease in the world, it would be Hashimoto’s. Generally you don’t have to do anything, but if you do, you just take one tiny pill a day and that’s it”. It sounds like a pretty good deal to me, but since I’ve apparently already got it, I suppose I can’t quite trade for it.
- Diaphragm Spasms. I took to Google and looked up “harmless diseases”… and the first answer that popped up was hiccups. Hiccups! At first I thought I’d found a winner — but then I tried to imagine life with hiccups every minute of every hour of every day, and it wasn’t pretty. I’d get no sleep, people would constantly laugh at me, and I’d constantly be drinking water (though I can already relate to the last one). It might even be worse than diabetes. Plus, I’m not so sure it fits the criteria of “incurable”.
It’s Diabetes Blog Week again! For the next four days, I’ll be letting other people dictate my blogging topics (I relinquished control this time last year, too). Today I’m supposed to write about accomplishments, big and small. But writing for seven days straight is hard – so instead I’m going to do it in pictures.
Just two short years ago, I was shy about my diabetes. I kept it to myself and kept all signs of it hidden.
Just two short years ago, none of these images would have been possible.
(Or, more accurately: How my mother met your mother)
It’s Diabetes Blog Week again! For the next five days, Karen , author of Bitter-Sweet diabetes, will tell me what to write about. (She did this last year, too). Today, she wants me to write about a memorable diabetes day. I don’t know if this one is my MOST memorable, especially since the most significant diabetes-events tend to be the ones where I’m in no capacity to remember things, but here goes…
This happened over ten years ago. Add old-age to hospital-grade hypoglycemia, and memories get hazy, but I’ll do my best.
Back then, I was living alone in a second floor apartment in the suburbs of Philadelphia, PA. I was dating a girl who lived on the outskirts of Queens, NY. Because of the distance between us, we only saw each other on weekends – and the “dates” usually included an overnight stay.