Friday Fives, Friday the 13th edition.

Some of the 5 worst times to get a low

(Is there ever a good time to get a low?)

5.  After brushing your teeth.  Colgate + Juice of choice/glucose tabs does not = tasty.

4.  In the middle of the night.  I hate getting out of my comfy snuggly bed to treat a low.  And the 15-15-15 rule goes out the window at 3am, leading to early morning highs and a day of feeling like doodie.

3.  After eating a big meal.  You’re already full and you have to eat/drink more?  *unbuttons pants*

2.  During/Before/After exercise.  It drives me bonkers when I’m all geared up to work out or riding the high of endorphins after a good sweat session and I have to reverse all my hard work to treat a low.

1.  During sex.  ‘Nuff said.

 

Have a wonderful weekend!

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Blue and organization!

Slacking on my Diabetes Month Photo-a-Day posts!

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I may not always wear blue on Fridays (I really try though!) but I always make sure I sport my “Cure Type 1 Diabetes” bracelet! Thanks JDRF!

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My pump supplies cubbie. Don’t worry, I just placed an order today!

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My test strips/extra Rxs/Random D stuff drawer. Anyone want to have a BG testing party?

Sadly, I don’t have a fun spot for my Dexcom supplies.  They just stay in their box in the bottom of my closet.  I feel I need a cute (blue) basket for them!

Proud.

Day 4 of Diabetes Month Photo-a-Day is “Proud”.  I think that people who live with diabetes (and our awesome Type 3-ers) have a lot to be proud of every day.  This isn’t an easy disease to manage.  We constantly have to juggle, do math, chase highs and lows, etc.  It can be exhausting and every day is a victory!

But for the purpose of this Photo-a-Day entry, I want to share a picture of me after one of my training runs.  I have completed two half marathons – The Virginia Beach Rock N Roll in September 2010 and the Flying Pirate (Outer Banks) in April 2011.  Granted my times were pretty pathetic (Running is so not my thing) but I did it, managed my blood sugars along the way, and got the medals to prove it.  I think this goes to show that even people who aren’t the best athletes can set a physical goal and achieve it.  Thumbs up to you!

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After one of my training runs for the Flying Pirate Half – notice I’m wearing my Rock N Roll half shirt? (Also, can I move back to the Outer Banks? Oh how I miss living on the water…)

He ate it anyway.

Got home from work today and the Hubs (who works from home) was still on a conference call.  He popped his head out of his office and told me he has another call until 6:30 and if I don’t want to wait until then to eat to go ahead and start dinner.  (He usually cooks.  He rocks.)  I make the executive decision to make a gourmet meal of brinner (bacon and cheddar omelets, hash browns, toast, and some more bacon).  Yum.

My sister called me and since it seems like I haven’t talked to her in forever (really, it’s been like 2 days, but that’s a super long time for us!) I took the call while attempting to make my awesome, I-can’t-believe-she-works-full-time-and-puts-meals-like-this-on-the-table, meal.  Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice that I was in the middle of an out of nowhere, Shelby-style low.  “This one hit her (me) fast”.  My trusty Dexcom was in my bag, on vibrate.  D’oops.

Hung up with the sis and check my BG in anticipation of pre-bolusing.  40.  YIKES.  In my low fog I thought it was a good idea to finish making dinner, which, of course, dumb idea.  I am not so good at cooking meals in which there are many components (casseroles are my specialty).  I can never get the timing down.  So my lame cooking skills in addition to my low BG made for tonight’s dinner prep to be more of an extreme sport than I anticipated.

So as you can imagine, dinner got nasty burnt, but my husband ate it anyway.  And also lectured me to turn off the stove and step out of the kitchen next time while I treat.  I think I will listen to him.