You might be a DOCaholic…

Top Twelve signs you are addicted to the Diabetes Online Community:

(Yes, twelve. Because who can really stop at ten?)

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#12

You obsessively take photographs of numbers.

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#11

You know what it means to have “bloused” before a meal, and you’ve likely done it yourself.

#DBlogWeek ’14 – Day 7 – Ketchup

I know, I still have to ketchup (catch up) on some posts from days 4 and 5.  I’ll get to it … eventually … I think.

But as if writing seven days worth of prompted blog posts (with challenging topics as well, I might add) isn’t tough – how about reading them!  It’s darn near impossible.

So, I suspect you’ve not seen everything out there (I know I haven’t). But if you’ve got an appetite for some really good ones, here are a few suggestions to help ketchup on the ones you missed.

#DBlogWeek ’14 – Day 3 – The mental toll of dBlogging

Diabetes really doesn’t affect me emotionally all that much – I’m just lucky that way. Sure, it does harbor occasional rousings of resentment, elements of embarrassment, and feelings of frustration (it may also be responsible for my overall timidness and reluctance to take chances in life – a connection I just realized this past weekend), but none of that qualifies me to really discuss the power of emotions that a faulty pancreas can deliver, and I don’t want to seem to trivialize the issue – which is a very real one. So I won’t even try.

But that’s not to say there isn’t stress in putting myself out in public, on the internet, for the world to see (or read). 

This side up

I made a couple of interesting observations this afternoon about how I position my diabetes supplies.  Can you tell what do these three images have in common?

The urine ketone strip — not pictured (your welcome) — also gets used upside-down.

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Perhaps it’s why I find this image, tweeted during last month’s Diabetes Advocates Forum, so alluring and appropriate.

Pictured left-to-right: me, Scott Strumello, Scott Strange, Scott K. Johnson

 

 

There are people

The more time I spend with this community, the more I come to realize something: we are not the same. We are not just one collective voice preaching a scripted message to our local communities and to each other. In other words, we are not interchangeable parts in the world of support or (dare I say it) advocacy.

All of us play a role that no one else can play. With individual stories to tell, individual strengths, and individual influences upon others.

Just from my own perspective (in no particular order, and by no means complete)…