DSMA Blog Carnival – Diabetes Strengths and Weaknesses.

I really enjoyed participating in Diabetes Blog week – the topics were great and I loved being challenged to answer specific questions related to diabetes and living with the disease.  I also found some great new blogs to follow and I am learning from and laughing with them every day now!

I was delighted to hear about the Diabetes Social Media Advocacy monthly Blog Carnival!  I am looking forward to the monthly topic and finding some more great blogs to follow.

The topic for May is:

What do you consider to be your Diabetes Strengths?  What do you think are your Diabetes Weaknesses?

I posted a couple of months ago about things that diabetes has taught me and although these are strengths, I wouldn’t say they are necessarily “diabetes” strengths.  I think that my biggest strength with managing diabetes is that I’m never too lazy to test my blood glucose.  If I feel off in any way, I test.  I prefer the peace of mind knowing what my body is doing so I can treat accordingly, rather than guessing.  I frequently get angry at my father because he is absolutely a lazy tester.  He will wait and wait and wait to test, meanwhile his sugar is plummeting or sky-rocketing.  I really wish that he would realize that it takes 30 seconds to test and it could make such a difference!  Granted, now that I am on the CGM, I don’t test as frequently but I’ve never been one to slack on testing if I feel weird.

A weakness I’d say, at least recently, is my laziness when it comes to exercising.  I know exercise is an important factor in diabetes management.  But I’ve been seriously slacking in that department for the past 8ish months.  I recently started a challenge with some girlfriends to exercise 20 times before the end of June.  I already have 2 workouts under my belt, so I am on my way!  I am hoping that this challenge will help me get in the good habit of going to the gym more often than once/week.  My hips, butt, and thighs will thank me, right?  Oh yeah, and my blood sugars too…

The weight of it all…

Although this is a Diabetes blog focused on day-to-day life with the disease as I try to get healthy to have a successful pregnancy, I can no longer ignore the elephant in the room…my weight.  (Elephant in the room…see what I did there?).  Anyway, I am finally coming to the point where I am ready to face my weight issue head on and I am ready to quit being lazy and in denial about it.  I kind of have to be.

I stepped on the scale this morning and was above my “scary weight”…I weigh, in interest of full disclosure, 202.4 pounds.  The highest I’ve ever weighed was 206 pounds and give me another few weeks of eating like a complete jerk, and I bet I’d be there.  I refuse to let this happen.  Enough is enough.

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Those endorphins were pumping!

About a year before our wedding, in September of 2011, I made the decision to get in shape, lose weight, and be a “hot bride”.  I wanted to lose 50 pounds.  I stepped out of my comfort zone and joined a kickboxing gym – something I talked about for months before actually ripping off the band-aid and walking through the door.  I was scared that it was going to be all these super fit, in-shape people and as an overweight woman I would not fit in.  I was so intimidated.  Luckily what I found was a friendly, supportive environment.  I started hitting (hitting, get it?) the hour-long kickboxing classes 4-5 times per week and within a couple of months was working with a personal trainer once a week.  The weight was falling off and in the meantime I was having FUN with my workouts and made some great friends.  In November and December of 2011 I participated in a Bootcamp, further pushing me out of my comfort zone and upping my results.

Also in interest of full disclosure, my doctor had also prescribed a low dose of Phentermine for me when I started on this fitness journey.  Something that I am sure a lot of people do not agree with, but she felt I was a good candidate for the drug.  Let me tell you, it gave me a lot of energy, as well as the hot flashes of a menopausal woman.  However, I really do think it helped me with my weight loss.  During this time I was losing about a pound per week – some weeks more, some weeks less.  I was driven.  I was dedicated to my health.  Nothing was going to stop me.

Until we decided to move.  A bunch of factors went into our decision to move – I was severely under-employed and had a long commute to my entry-level job, my husband was a contractor at the time (working from home) and we felt that if he lost his contract there were minimal employment opportunities for him in our coastal town, we are planning on having a family in the future and the medical facilities in our town were not exactly top-tier (I had to drive almost 2 hours for my endo appointments, pain in the neck when one is going weekly during pregnancy!), real estate costs at the beach were outrageous, etc., etc., etc.  I received a job offer in early 2012 and we made the decision to move in early spring.

I’m not going to lie.  My head knew it was the right decision, but my heart was screaming, “nooooo!“.  I was falling into a rhythm with our life on the Outer Banks.  After living there for 2 years I was making friends, getting in shape, and could honestly say that with the exception of the long commute/job situation, I was whole-heartedly happy.  Moving was an adjustment, to say the least.

During our first six months here I focused on the wedding.  I believe knowing this date was coming really helped me with my diet – I counted my calories on My Fitness Pal and luckily only gained 5 pounds from the time we moved to our wedding day.  I did not reach my goal of losing 50 pounds, but I lost about 30 and that made me pretty darn happy and proud.  I think that had we stayed at the beach and I continued with my trainer and gym, I would have met my goal, but I cannot think like that.

Our honeymoon was perfect – we relaxed, slept in, explored, oh, and did I mention ate and drank our faces off?  We returned from the honeymoon in early November so I got in the mindset of “It’s holiday season!  My birthday!  Thanksgiving!  Christmas cookies!  Traveling!  There’s no sense in trying to start a diet now!  I’m going to enjoy myself.”  And enjoy myself I did.  I think I went to the gym three times in November and December.  Whatever, I’ll start over in 2013, it will be my year.

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Not quite at my goal, but much closer than I am now!

Since we moved last April, I have been what I like to call “gym shopping”.  I had such a great experience at my previous gym that I refused to settle for a ho-hum environment.  First I tried a chain boxing gym.  Hated it.  It smelled and the people just weren’t friendly.  So I quit.  Then I found another local chain gym that had sort of a subset Muay Thai (kickboxing) school.  I liked it, but the schedule annoyed me – classes were from 6-7 so I wouldn’t get home until close to 7:30.  Plus it was really, really intense and I always got partnered with a woman who, I swear, never washed her hand wraps.  (Imagine gym socks that never see Tide…hand wraps get NASTY!)  So I bailed.  Finally, late last summer, I found a smaller gym that had boxing two nights per week and kickboxing on Saturdays.  In between it had bootcamp type classes.  I liked this gym but was not a fan of the price, $100 per month.  After the wedding, I found myself going less and less and finally decided to quit back in March.

Recently a new boxing gym has opened and I have joined.  It opened about a month ago and I’ve gone a handful of times.  Every time I go, I really like it.  The problem is that I just find excuse after excuse not to go.  Laziness wins out every time.  I cannot seem to find that drive or focus I had when we lived at the beach.  It just isn’t there even though after each workout I think to myself, “I need to remember how fun this is and how good it feels tomorrow when I’m talking myself out of going!”.

I am letting myself slip into this unhealthy lifestyle of eating whatever I want to eat and spending my evenings sitting on the couch instead of moving my body.  For diabetes blog week, I even posted about how I’d selfishly temporarily trade places with someone who is paralyzed so that I can celebrate what my body can do.   I’ve been inspired by blogs touting the importance of exercise even when we don’t feel like it but then as soon as I close the internet window, the inspiration goes along with it.  I’ve been in a slump and I really want to get back to that kick-ass woman of 18 months ago who was happy, confident, and high on endorphins.

My husband has been doing a fantastic job of losing weight.  We’ve dedicated this year to the year of getting healthy and physically ready for a baby.  I feel like a complete jerk that he has been so focused and doing so well and has been doing it on his own.  He’s lost almost 50 pounds and his drive and dedication is admirable.  I’m so proud of him.  I wish I had an iota of his dedication and perseverance.  He has mentioned to me a few times that losing weight is so much easier as a team and I know that it’s been tough for him to watch me not have the drive to do this.  But still, living with someone who’s on a mission still hasn’t been enough for this couch lover.

One would think that the thought of having a healthy pregnancy and baby would be enough to motivate me.  Up until now, it hasn’t.  Yes, it’s motivated me to become more vigilant about my carb counting and properly bolusing for my meals, but it has done nothing to kick me into gear with weight loss.

But I know that I have to do this, like it or not.  Maybe that is the first step in the motivation process – getting angry enough at myself to punish myself with an exercise and food plan.  Maybe after a few weeks, once I see some results, it will get easier and become a habit.

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Time to put down the fork..

So for now I am going to “fake it til I make it”.  It’s going to suck and I know that, but I am going to track my calories on My Fitness Pal and go to the new boxing gym at least 3 times per week.  NO EXCUSES.  I am going to limit my calories to 1300 on days I do not exercise, and 1500-1600 on days that I do.  Oh, and my beloved beer and wine?  No more.  I typically burn about 800 calories in a boxing class.  I cannot continue to let my weight creep up and do nothing about it.  I am 32 years old and will likely be 33 by the time we start trying to conceive.  If I’m going to do this, I need to do this now.

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…and pick up the boxing gloves!

I am going to check in every Tuesday with my weight and progress and a quick blurb about how the week went.  I ask that you call me out on any excuses I make, because really, there are none unless I’m lying in a hospital bed.  I have the time, I have the resources, I have the support…

And, speaking of elephants, really, how cute is this guy?

You’re not the boss of me!

Argh.  I have a love/hate relationship with insurance.  Love it because w/out it, well, I’d be selling my kidney and firstborn to pay for my diabetes care.  However, that being said, even with insurance, diabetes is expensive, man.

One of the perks for buying my new pump and CGM early on in the year and all at once was that I have met my out-of-pocket max for the year.  Hello, 7 months of lower diabetes costs!  Woohoo!  I called my insurance company to see what exactly was now covered at 100% and was told “all diabetes supplies.”  I clarified with her, “So, pump supplies, CGM sensors, test strips, correct?”.  It was confirmed, yes, these things are covered.  Parrrrrrty!

Imagine my surprise when I went to the pharmacy today and I was asked to pay for my test strips.  Now, this isn’t a $20 co-pay, it’s close to $100 for a one month supply.  The young lady at the pharmacy assured me that they ran it through my insurance/prescription coverage so I paid and told her I’d take it up with them.

I called my insurance company first who connected me with the prescription folks and told me yes, my strips are covered at 100% if I use Accuchek.  I use OneTouch, and they are not covered at 100% under my plan and despite meeting my out-of-pocket expenses, I still have to pay the $100/month.  The way she made it sound was that Accuchek strips are covered 100% all the time, no matter if the out-of-pocket max has been met.

I told her this is ridiculous and she needs to give me the phone number of whomever I need to speak to regarding this.  I have left a voicemail and am looking forward to receiving a call back.  It just makes no sense to me that my pump supplies are covered yet the test strips for the meter that talks to my pump are not.  Does.not.compute.

It makes me pretty angry that some random person gets to decide what is covered and what is not and make decisions about MY medical care.

Wish me luck when dealing with the insurance company!

It’s a pager…it’s a cell phone…it’s a…camera?

Last night the Hubs and I were out purchasing me some golf clubs (Because, you know, I golf every weekend.  *Note – I’ve never been golfing, but it looks fun and I had a gift card.)  We were chatting with the sales dude and he notices my pump, which was clipped to the pocket of my jeans, facing out.  He asks, “Is that…ohhh, is that a camera?”.  I’ve heard pager and cell phone, but never a camera!  I just said, “Oh, no, it’s my insulin pump.”  He replies “Ohhhhh, looks like a camera!” Maybe he thought I was a super techy secret shopper? I responded “Nope, just my pancreas.”

The Hubs said I made the guy feel bad, but I was just trying to be my sarcastic self.  How do you respond when people ask you what your pump is or mistake it for something else?

Dream Devices and High Fives

Diabetes Blog week, Wild Card/Day 7

Since I’m a day late with my Day 7 DBlog Week post, I figured I’d answer not only the Day 7 prompt, but would also throw in a wild card.  Double the love.dblogweek

I shall start with the wildcard:

Back by popular demand, let’s revisit this prompt from last year! Tell us what your fantasy diabetes device would be? Think of your dream blood glucose checker, delivery system for insulin or other meds, magic carb counter, etc etc etc. The sky is the limit – what would you love to see?

The obvious answer to this question is a cure.  A close second would be an artificial pancreas (hopefully soon-ish-y? Maybe in “five to ten years”????).  As you all know, I’ve newly re-cyborged myself with a Dexcom G4 and Animas Ping combo.  One of the main reasons for choosing this combo was the fact that Dexcom and Animas are BFFs and hopefully the new Vibe will be available within the next year-ish in the US.  It was just submitted to the FDA so one can cross her fingers, right?  Anyway…here is what I would LOVE as an option on the Ping…I would love it to ask how your BG is trending according to your CGM when it is calculating your bolus.  Are you trending up?  Slightly more insulin.  Rising rapidly?  Uh oh, a bit more insulin!  Falling rapidly, a lot less insulin.  It’d be nice if the Ping took the guess-work out of it!  I am not sure if this is even an option in the Vibe (I admittedly haven’t researched it a whole lot), but it sure would be nice!

Now, on to Day 7: Spread the Love!

As another Diabetes Blog Week draws to a close, let’s reflect on some of the great bloggers we’ve found this week. Give some love to three blog posts you’ve read and loved during Diabetes Blog Week, and tell us why they’re worth reading. Or share three blogs you’ve found this week that are new to you.

This is not an easy prompt!  There are so many great diabetes blogs out there that it is difficult to narrow it down to just 3 posts.  There are so many bloggers that inspire me, make me laugh, and challenge me.

A new blogger I have found is Paul at Type One Fun.  Paul is a 21 year-old college student who was recently diagnosed.  I was also diagnosed while attending college and it is very interesting to me to read about Paul’s experiences as a “newbie”.  He is doing a wonderful job adjusting to his new life with the D.  I especially enjoyed reading about his accomplishments!  Keep up the great work, Paul!

I really enjoy reading blogs from the Type 3-ers – the diabetic caregivers.  It is great to see things through their eyes, especially the parents of diabetics.  While posting about her most memorable diabetes day, Meri, a mother to four sons, three of whom are Type 1,  wrote of a special moment she shared with her husband in which she was able to accept their new lives as parents to three boys with type 1 diabetes.  Her husband reminded her that “We weren’t sent to this earth to be miserable”, very wise words and a wonderful reminder when we are feeling down or overcome by the emotional aspects of this disease.  Thank you for sharing such an intimate memory, Meri.  And for being an advocate not only for your sons but for all of us who have diabetes.

I also love the story Kelly at Diabetesaliciousness tells about her dad getting into a fight with a security guard at a Phillies game when the guard is a big ole moron when it comes to diabetes and bringing food into the old Vet.  Great memory sharing, Kelly!  And kudos to your dad for doing what so many of us want to do when we meet people who are ignorant about diabetes!

I really enjoyed participating in this year’s Diabetes Blog week.  I found some wonderful blogs to follow and loved hearing people’s experiences with diabetes.  I’m looking forward to next year!

A quick note to my (Moody) CGM Sensor

Dear Sensor,

I know, I know.  You are on day 9 of 24/7 work and you’re tired.  Believe me, I get it.  Your fatigue lead to a non-reading of “???” right at bed time last night.  When, I just happened to be running in the 300s (Damn you Cookout milkshake and your heavenly goodness).  I decided to see if perhaps you just needed a nap and would resurrect yourself as I have heard rumors of this happening.  I, being the responsible nervous diabetic (Hey, I just read a story about a 29 year old’s dead in bed death), set my alarm for 1:30 am to check my sugar.  Imagine my surprise when you not only resurrected, but you resurrected accurately!  Only off by 18, woot!  It lives!

But, sensor pal, you seem to have quite the case of the Mondays today (I do too – I am really angry that I didn’t win the powerball and am here, at the j.o.b). You, without consulting me, have decided that last night’s break wasn’t enough and you needed another nap this morning.  Seriously, how tired can you be?  Fine, nap, because, well, I’m at work and don’t have one of your pals around to replace you (mental note, throw spare sensor into my work bag).  You nap, you snore, and all of a sudden !buzz!, you are alive and ready to take on the world!

Or maybe not.  After your miraculous second resurrection, you informed me that my sugar was 274, when in reality it was 199.  That’s it; you are out of the circle of trust today, Sensor!  I will not be trusting your readings until I can replace you.

Wait just a minute.  I just checked my sugar and it’s 139, but you are telling me I’m 144.  Could it be?  Are you back and back for good?  Or are you just going to continue to drive me nuts like a pms-ing 16 year old girl going through a breakup?

What’s it going to be sensor?  Huh?

Fondly,
Your Master

A sillly poem

Diabetes Blog Week – Day 6.

This year Diabetes Art moves up from the Wildcard choices as we all channel our creativity with art in the broadest sense. Do some “traditional” art like drawing, painting, collage or any other craft you enjoy. Or look to the literary arts and perhaps write a d-poem or share and discuss a favorite quote. Groove to some musical arts by sharing a song that inspires you diabetes-wise, reworking some song lyrics with a d-twist, or even writing your own song. Don’t forget dramatic arts too, perhaps you can create a diabetes reality show or play. These are just a starting point today – there are no right or wrong ways to get creative!

A Dia-Poem.
By: Laura

Diabetes you are so dumb.
Making me chew sugarless gum.
All the finger pricks, make me bleed.
But I sure do love all the DBlogs I read!

I was diagnosed as a college freshman.
Immediately, I started putting needles through my skin.
The burning insulin after the poke,
Man, Diabetes, you are no joke!

Diabetes, you make me stand out.
But I refuse to sit around and pout.
Sure you offer extra challenges and work.
Especially when my blood sugar’s being a jerk!

But there is one thing that I need to say,
Without you I wouldn’t be the woman I am today.
You’ve shown me I’m stronger than I think I am.
But seriously, any time you want to, feel free to SCRAM.

Yay, team!

Diabetes Blog Week, Day 4.

We don’t always realize it, but each one of us had come a long way since diabetes first came into our life. It doesn’t matter if it’s been 5 weeks, 5 years or 50 years, you’ve done something outstanding diabetes-wise. So today let’s share the greatest accomplishment you’ve made in terms of dealing with your (or your loved one’s) diabetes. No accomplishment is too big or too small – think about self-acceptance, something you’ve mastered (pump / exercise / diet / etc.), making a tough care decision (finding a new endo or support group / choosing to use or not use a technology / etc.)dblogweek

Hmmmmm, good question!  I feel like I haven’t mastered anything when it comes to my diabetes care.  I mean, I have mastered the motions, testing my sugar when needed, changing my pump sites, bolusing, etc.  But I am still, 14 1/2 years in, not 100% confident to say “Yes! I kick ass at diabetes!”  My sugars are not perfect, I don’t exercise every day, I still enjoy a carb or 20, and I have days where I’m crying out of frustration that I have to live with this crap for the rest of my life.  Sometimes my blood sugar is just a real jerk for no reason (like last night for example – for about 4 hours I was cruising between 43 and 80 despite 20 oz of OJ and two not-so-small spoonfuls of peanut butter).  Is there anyone out there who really has mastered diabetes?  Who can go to their endo every three months and know that their A1c is going to be 6.0?  Who has the perfect attitude when it comes to living with this?

But, the question wasn’t if you’ve mastered diabetes.  It’s about diabetes-related accomplishments.  Recently I made some pretty darn important care decisions.  As the Hubs and I want to have a small human in the next year or two, I knew that the time had come where I need to get serious and get as close as I can to mastering diabetes.  I decided to end my months-long pump holiday and resume pump therapy with the help of a CGM.  This was something I thought about for weeks months before finally accepting that I’m going to have to become a cyborg again.

You see, in theory, I love the pump.  Don’t have to carry around syringes or pens, your meal schedule can be more varied, and it offers better management for most people than multiple daily injections.  Blah, blah, blah.

But in reality, the pump is a pain in the butt.  Site changes, being connected all the time, it’s expensive, it beeps at you, it’s bulky and gets in the way, and it makes wearing dresses a headache!  My pump-cation had been glorious!  However, knowing all of the negatives that come with wearing a pump, I decided the best thing for my health and the health of a future pregnancy would be to get back on the pump and to get a CGM.  So the research began.

I googled, I youtubed, I blog-stalked.  Wow, there are a lot of people online sharing their experiences with various pumps and CGM setups.  The doctors and manufacturer’s’ sites will only tell you so much, these blogs were so helpful in sharing real-world experiences and opinions.  I especially found blogs written by women who are in similar life stages as me to be very helpful and was so happy to find their sites (Texting my Pancreas and SixUntilMe especially).   With the help of my new blogger buddies and the fabulous interwebs, I decided on the Dexcom G4 Platinum CGM and Animas Ping pump.  In black and silver – stylin’.

Change is scary and although I had previously been on the MiniMed Paradigm pump, I was pretty nervous about going back on pump therapy.  I had a breakdown one night about the fears of the unknown and how much it sucks that I have to do this and think about these things a year before we even want to start trying for a baby.  He, however, reassured me that there are other ways to start a family and if I absolutely did not want to do this, I didn’t have to.  He also made the great point that if I hate it, I can quit.  He’s so smart.

Fast forward to today and I’m almost 2 weeks into my new cyborg life.  Have I mastered it?  Nope, not quite.  I’m still aware of the pump clipped to my pants and the CGM sensor and transmitter taped to my body.  I still feel dorky about my “diabetes tool belt”.  My sugars aren’t perfect and I definitely miss the freedom of not being attached.  But one thing I have mastered is my attitude that I’m just doing what I have to do.  And knowing that diabetes care is something that can be adjusted and modified to fit my needs at the time.  Not everyone needs to be on pump therapy.  It’s not the best course for every.single.person with a dead pancreas.  But for me, right now, it’s the best choice in regards to my goal of becoming a mother, and I’m cool with that.  Will it be my choice 5 years from now?  Who knows.  All we can really do in regards to our care is to make the best decision with the knowledge we have at the time.  I think a series of making the right decision and small accomplishments will lead me closer and closer to that whole mastering diabetes thing.  But for now, I feel like I’ve accomplished the right attitude.

Last day of vacation!

Whenever I go on vacation, I get what the Hubs calls the vacation blues.  I’ll get sad when we’re on like, day 2, of vacation.  “We only have 5 days left!  Wah.”  The Hubs reminds me to just relax and enjoy and I think the past few vacations we’ve gone on, I’ve been getting better at savoring the moment and not being grumpy pants that vacations don’t last forever (until we win the Powerball).

Today is my last day of my extended pump vacation.  Since my Endo’s office was able to get me in earlier than anticipated, I haven’t really had time to get the pump vacation ending blues.  But, there are definitely a few things I will miss about being un-plugged:

  1. Wearing dresses is so much easier w/out a pump.  Seriously, those leg pouches, not comfy.  Wearing the pump between your boobs, well, not so comfy either.  And it’s real attractive to go fishing for your pump in your cleavage when you’re out to dinner.  No, I’m not getting frisky with myself at the dinner table…
  2. Sexy time.  Let’s get real.  “Hold on honey, let me disconnect” isn’t exactly sexy foreplay.  It is much easier to be spontaneous when you aren’t a cyborg.
  3. Swimming, beaching, hot tubbing.  Not that I do these things often, but again, easier w/out a pump and having to disconnect.
  4. Exercising.  The bouncy-bounce-bouncy-ness of the pump while working out can get really annoying.  They need to make pump sport bras or something.
  5. I feel like diabetes isn’t as in your face when on MDI.  Granted the multiple injections every day are a reminder, but you can almost forget you have the D in between them.  The pump is connected to you 24/7, it’s visible to others, it beeps, it makes you bump into things (Am I the only one who is constantly grazing doorways?), etc.  It’s a constant reminder that you need a machine to do what your pancreas was supposed to do.  Seriously, pancreas…you had one job.  One.

However, all that being said, I’m pretty excited to go back on pump therapy.  I think I’ve made the right decision moving to the Animas Ping/Dexcom combo so I can get that elusive 7.0 (or lower) a1C.  The Ping is pretty nifty as it has a meter-remote so I can bolus right from my meter (makes wearing dresses a little easier, no boobie fishing here!).  It is water proof so swimming and such is a bit easier, although I do anticipate I will still disconnect, but this way if my Hubs wants to throw me in the pool, he can.  Exercising and sexy time…well, it is what it is.  The Hubs doesn’t make me feel any less sexy just because I have an extra step to take before getting busy.  (Thanks, honey!)  The bouncy-ness of the pump while exercising will probably always be a matter of trial and error.  I’ve found that wearing shorts/capris with compression fabric around the waist and turning the pump in towards your body helps a lot.

As far as the in your face-ness of the pump…well, I’ve been working on embracing my diabetes.  This is me.  Take it or leave it.  And, if nothing else, it’s a conversation starter.  “Why do you wear a pager?  Are you a doctor?”  “OMG, pagers are sooooooo 1996.”  “My nephew has a pump, but his is blue.”  I also like getting “the nod” from other pumpers.  We pumpers know what’s up.

And, if all else fails, there are always pump vacations to be had.  But I do imagine that once small human is created and comes into our lives, I really will be appreciative of the convenience the pump provides.  So right now, a few hours before my new cyborg life, I am feeling excited, empowered, and surprisingly not very blue.  I am going to relax and enjoy this trip!

Things Diabetes has taught me…

Inspired by a post on Reddit…
What has Diabetes taught me?

Diabetes has taught me…

…to be really, really good with numbers.  Frequently the Hubs asks me “what’s x + y” and I laugh because who can’t do addition like that in their head???  And then I remember that he doesn’t have the ‘betes, therefore he doesn’t have an honorary math degree and he isn’t a bonehead and is actually really, really smart and I should probably stay married to him.  ;o)

…that shots are no big deal.  Seriously, why’d I freak so much as a kid?  If the nurse would let me, I’d give myself my yearly flu shot.  Followed by a lollypop, of course.

…to not compare myself to others.  I often get jealous of friends losing weight rather quickly and I get very frustrated that it takes me a month to lose 2 pounds.  Yet I can put that 2 pounds on just by looking at a cookie.  What gives?  It’s my own journey…must embrace it.

…to be more compassionate.  Diabetes sucks.  But it could be a hell of a lot worse.

…that sweating the small stuff is stupid.  I can’t control everything.  I can have duplicate numbers on different days, treat identically, and get different results.  It happens.  Treat and move on.  Life happens.  Deal with it and move on.

…that exercise is important.  Sitting on my butt all day at a desk job means I have to make the effort to exercise, and when I do, my numbers thank me.

…that food is important too.  I struggle a lot with this and wish that I would remember this more often in the heat of the moment when I’m faced with deciding between nachos and beer or salad and water, that while nachos and beer will make me happy right now, salad and water will make me feel better in the future.

…to forgive myself.  Sometimes the nachos and beer are worth it.  🙂

…to ask for help.  People love and care about me.  I’m not going at this alone.  My Hubs is my number one fan and an awesome Type 3-er.  He’s not the diabetes police (although he’d look super cute in a cop uniform, yowza!), but he is supportive and shows concern when needed.  We have a good thing goin’ on.

…that what goes down, must come up.  Blood sugar low?  It’ll come up (with a little help).  Bad diabetes day?  Tomorrow will be better.

…all the cool kids are cyborgs.  ‘Nuff said.

What has diabetes taught you – either as a person living with it or as a Type 3-er?