"Blowin' in the Wind"
(because sometimes I want a cure so bad I'd do anything..and I mean ANYTHING. Seriously, I think my insurance company would sooner cover a transplant then a CGMS)
How many lows must a type 1 go through
Before, you can call him a man (or woman)
Yeah, and how many hearts will be broken in two
Before, we finally understand
The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.
How many times must a white cloud set sail
Across a retinous sea
Yeah, and how many a1cs must I fail
Before, this is the death of me.
The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.
How many times must a shot break the skin
Before, they're forever banned?
Yeah, its do-or-die, do this and you’ll win
50 more years- and a ton of adoration.
The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before, it is washed to the sea?
I’m certainly no mountain- how some people exist
Many decades- is certainly beyond me.
The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.
How many moms and dads will be told
That their two year old just got D
Yeah, and when they go and catch a rather virulent cold
Worry most about ketones in their pee.
Yes, and how many times will a man look up
Into the face of the local paramedic
Yeah, and if you weren’t already feeling down on your luck
That’s quite enough to make you feel real sick.
The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.
How many deaths will it take till they know
That too many people have died
Yeah, it’s a disease of the high, and the low
Its quite enough to make you fit to be tied.
The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.
How many parts of me will they patch
Before, they say its just no use.
Yeah, this thing called dia-bet-es just hasn’t any match
Through shots and blood and tears and lows and juice.
The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.
I hate my diabetes- the tears in the night
My life, is going down the drain
Kidneys, nerves, BKA, heart, and my sight
The thoughts, are driving me insane. (Gee, another complication!)
The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.
How many times must I say I want cured
Before, they take me seriously
Yeah, I guess they must really need to be reassured
That a transplants the only hope for me.
The answer, my friend, is not blowin’ in the wind
The answer, we’ll never understand.
I’m trading in my ‘beates for a million pills
I’m sure, I got the better deal
Yeah, cuz I’ve got an awesome life and I’ll live it still
I can’t explain how it makes you feel
The answer, my friend, you’ll finally understand
The day you quit trying to understand.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Red, White, and Blue: These Colors Don't Run
Noteable Things that happened this week:
- I joined TuDiabetes. Finally. I'm probably the only blogger who HASN'T joined, at this point. I'm not much of a social networker but I could get into something like this.
- I've been high. Really high, 99% of the time. And I don't know why. Infusion set= check, new insulin= check, not sick=check, everything else= check. I'm afraid to really go to town on the insulin because I'm afraid it will all majorly crash on me + cause hypos. So, I'm being too cautious + I'm still really high + in major grump mood. Why can't diabetes be its normal unpredictable, instead of completely unpredictable? I'm not in the mood for this. I just want my blood sugars to come back to earth so I can get everything done.
-My brother flies in tonight, on a 2 week leave from the Marines. His last leave, before heading to Iraq.
- I fell for my Semi-Annual Ebay scam + had to reset all my passwords, usernames, clean out my entire cookie collection, etc. to prevent said scammer from gaining access to them. Boy, did I feel stupid. I will say that I don't fall for the same ones...so I've got to be getting better at recognizing them. Maybe I can blame the brain fog.
-The place we'd finally decided to get married at, cancelled. Nothing was in writing,discussing it was in the immeadiete future though. Back to looking...
On second thought, perhaps stress could be playing a minor role in the less then pristine diabetes control.
- I joined TuDiabetes. Finally. I'm probably the only blogger who HASN'T joined, at this point. I'm not much of a social networker but I could get into something like this.
- I've been high. Really high, 99% of the time. And I don't know why. Infusion set= check, new insulin= check, not sick=check, everything else= check. I'm afraid to really go to town on the insulin because I'm afraid it will all majorly crash on me + cause hypos. So, I'm being too cautious + I'm still really high + in major grump mood. Why can't diabetes be its normal unpredictable, instead of completely unpredictable? I'm not in the mood for this. I just want my blood sugars to come back to earth so I can get everything done.
-My brother flies in tonight, on a 2 week leave from the Marines. His last leave, before heading to Iraq.
- I fell for my Semi-Annual Ebay scam + had to reset all my passwords, usernames, clean out my entire cookie collection, etc. to prevent said scammer from gaining access to them. Boy, did I feel stupid. I will say that I don't fall for the same ones...so I've got to be getting better at recognizing them. Maybe I can blame the brain fog.
-The place we'd finally decided to get married at, cancelled. Nothing was in writing,discussing it was in the immeadiete future though. Back to looking...
On second thought, perhaps stress could be playing a minor role in the less then pristine diabetes control.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Steel Magnolias- Color me a Reformed PWD
"I'd rather have a little bit of wonderful then a lifetime of nothing special."
-Shelby, the diabetic heroine, Steel Magnolias
And so, as you all know, she had her baby + shortly thereafter expired from kidney failure.(failed transplant) Fulled the "diabetics shouldn't have babies" rumor mills for all time.
I like that quote- simply because it embraces the challenges, doesn't give the dream up. I don't like it for the woefully inaccurate portrait (of diabetic pregnancies) it presents. I want to live like that- no matter what the future holds, and what diabetes might throw at me, the point is life is(to some extent) what you make it.
Now for the reformed part.
This (hopefully) being the last Summer of the Singlehood, I feel the urge to do something that most married people, and especially diabetics, would not participate in. Happily married people feel the need to stick around for each other, and fellow PWD's understand what said activity does to the blood sugars.
I know that that said activity has the potential for overstuffed stomach, extremily high blood sugars, and the instant stamp of Endo dissaproval.(no,I don't recommend asking them about it) Because, I've done it before + it was not the pretty sight. Ketchup, mustard, relish- the area was like a war zone.
I will say that after 5 hotdogs(and buns),1/2 a gallon of water + pepsi(to queall the rolling stomach) the dubious distinction of "5th place" was not enough to give me any dreams of going professional. Nope, I went home + swore off hotdogs for an entire month. And its been several years since I did this.
But(come the 3rd of July), I'd like to do again- because I never will again
+ hey,its a way to get a free supper. (plus half a gallon of ice cream, for participation) Just gotta remember to prebolus 10 units.
After that-someone else can have my place. My wildchild days will be over.
-Shelby, the diabetic heroine, Steel Magnolias
And so, as you all know, she had her baby + shortly thereafter expired from kidney failure.(failed transplant) Fulled the "diabetics shouldn't have babies" rumor mills for all time.
I like that quote- simply because it embraces the challenges, doesn't give the dream up. I don't like it for the woefully inaccurate portrait (of diabetic pregnancies) it presents. I want to live like that- no matter what the future holds, and what diabetes might throw at me, the point is life is(to some extent) what you make it.
Now for the reformed part.
This (hopefully) being the last Summer of the Singlehood, I feel the urge to do something that most married people, and especially diabetics, would not participate in. Happily married people feel the need to stick around for each other, and fellow PWD's understand what said activity does to the blood sugars.
I know that that said activity has the potential for overstuffed stomach, extremily high blood sugars, and the instant stamp of Endo dissaproval.(no,I don't recommend asking them about it) Because, I've done it before + it was not the pretty sight. Ketchup, mustard, relish- the area was like a war zone.
I will say that after 5 hotdogs(and buns),1/2 a gallon of water + pepsi(to queall the rolling stomach) the dubious distinction of "5th place" was not enough to give me any dreams of going professional. Nope, I went home + swore off hotdogs for an entire month. And its been several years since I did this.
But(come the 3rd of July), I'd like to do again- because I never will again
+ hey,its a way to get a free supper. (plus half a gallon of ice cream, for participation) Just gotta remember to prebolus 10 units.
After that-someone else can have my place. My wildchild days will be over.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Another Meme
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Heidi
2. Peggy(blame my brother for this one,and yes, you will be in deep trouble if you ever try it out!as I particularly hate it)
3. Adel-Head (also a sibling favorite)
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My hair. Sometimes.Most of the time, it is too time consuming to get to look right.. so I settle for convenient.
2. My smile.
3. My ears(not too horribly big).
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My height.(tooo short)
2. My shyness(wish I was more of a people person)
3. My inability to tan- just burn.
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Scottish
2. French
3. German
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. The electricity going out at work- when it does, its so pitch black in there you don't dare move + you start to wonder what to do if it doesn't come back on.
2. Big dogs. Well, average sized ones too, they just don't tend to like me very much.
3. Nypos. (nightime hypos)
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. My ipod
2. My insulin pump
3. Chocolate Milk.
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. blue tshirt
2. white jean shorts
3. one inside-out, cotton sock
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE MUSICALS:
1. The King and I
2. Oklahoma
3. Annie
THREE OF YOUR [sort of current] FAVORITE SONGS:
1. Something Beautiful- Newsboys
2. Burn for You-Toby Mac
3.Pass the Flame-(No clue)
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Love
2. Respect
3. Trust
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS THAT YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE:
1. Waterfalls
2. A chilled bottle of diet coke, for the sole D in the group
3. A neat,organized individual(opposites attract..)
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Collecting Red Cross memorabalia.
2. Crosstitch.
3. Writing down stupid license plate names.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Sign the contract(or whatever) on the place that took 2 weekends to finally find/agree on, so I can get on with planning the rest of the wedding!
2. Be at the 2007 FFL conferance- and the joint Disney World vacation. (so, so bad-will I make it till then?)
3. Find my cellphone charger.
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Nursing.
2. Stay-at-home-Super-Mom
3. Journalist
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Niagra Falls
2. The Swiss Alps
3. Australia
THREE KIDS NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. Jason
2. Jesse
3. Melody
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. See a cure for diabetes.
2. Stop biting my fingernails.
3. Finish my degree.
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A CHICK:
1.I've been thinking about future kid's names since before time...and have the lists (dating from the early 90's) to prove it.
2. I cry at every single movie(in a theator), no matter what it is.
3. I like to shop.
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
1. I'd rather eat, then cook.
2. I like firearms, and target practice. Not sure I could ever be in law enforcement though.
3. I don't read manuels, even if I have no clue how to put something together. I prefer trial/error.
THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
1. Noah Wyle.
2. George Clooney.
3. Brad Pitt.
1. Heidi
2. Peggy(blame my brother for this one,and yes, you will be in deep trouble if you ever try it out!as I particularly hate it)
3. Adel-Head (also a sibling favorite)
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My hair. Sometimes.Most of the time, it is too time consuming to get to look right.. so I settle for convenient.
2. My smile.
3. My ears(not too horribly big).
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My height.(tooo short)
2. My shyness(wish I was more of a people person)
3. My inability to tan- just burn.
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Scottish
2. French
3. German
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. The electricity going out at work- when it does, its so pitch black in there you don't dare move + you start to wonder what to do if it doesn't come back on.
2. Big dogs. Well, average sized ones too, they just don't tend to like me very much.
3. Nypos. (nightime hypos)
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. My ipod
2. My insulin pump
3. Chocolate Milk.
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. blue tshirt
2. white jean shorts
3. one inside-out, cotton sock
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE MUSICALS:
1. The King and I
2. Oklahoma
3. Annie
THREE OF YOUR [sort of current] FAVORITE SONGS:
1. Something Beautiful- Newsboys
2. Burn for You-Toby Mac
3.Pass the Flame-(No clue)
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Love
2. Respect
3. Trust
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS THAT YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE:
1. Waterfalls
2. A chilled bottle of diet coke, for the sole D in the group
3. A neat,organized individual(opposites attract..)
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Collecting Red Cross memorabalia.
2. Crosstitch.
3. Writing down stupid license plate names.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Sign the contract(or whatever) on the place that took 2 weekends to finally find/agree on, so I can get on with planning the rest of the wedding!
2. Be at the 2007 FFL conferance- and the joint Disney World vacation. (so, so bad-will I make it till then?)
3. Find my cellphone charger.
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Nursing.
2. Stay-at-home-Super-Mom
3. Journalist
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Niagra Falls
2. The Swiss Alps
3. Australia
THREE KIDS NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. Jason
2. Jesse
3. Melody
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. See a cure for diabetes.
2. Stop biting my fingernails.
3. Finish my degree.
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A CHICK:
1.I've been thinking about future kid's names since before time...and have the lists (dating from the early 90's) to prove it.
2. I cry at every single movie(in a theator), no matter what it is.
3. I like to shop.
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
1. I'd rather eat, then cook.
2. I like firearms, and target practice. Not sure I could ever be in law enforcement though.
3. I don't read manuels, even if I have no clue how to put something together. I prefer trial/error.
THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
1. Noah Wyle.
2. George Clooney.
3. Brad Pitt.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Blurred Yellow: A Morning With a Surgeon
Five minutes down the road, my insulin pump beeping out a cheery "Low Resevoir" alarm, I pull into the gas station to check my pump.
0.1 units remaining. Capitol UGH.
I need gas, so I take care of that first. Check blood glucose. 466 mg/dl.
Darn it, I'm going to be late...
Back up shot of 8 units, as there doesn't seem to be any spare resevoirs in my car. No time to go home + grab a new one. Got to get to the 4 month eye followup.
The eye clinic, is, as usual, crowded to the gills + though I'm 2 minutes early, it hardly matters when the docs are running behind so much. 20 minutes, tops, before I can even get registered.
Register, go back to seat.
At least the other wait is much shorter. 10 minutes, and Resident Wonderful calls me back.
"So, how have you been doing?"
"Ok."
He looks at my chart, asks me some questions. I can tell from his expression that he thinks I have Very High Matenience Patient emblazoned all over me + there's no way in heck he'll be tampering with my case.
There are too many horrible factors.
Standard checks. Up,down,left,right. Charts.Glasses on. Glasses off. Goes out.
My surgeon comes in, does some more preliminaries.
Assistant comes in. Drops, pressure, out to waiting room. Back to testing room. Green/Red goggles for Hess Test-all too familiar by now.
Back to waiting room. Back to exam room. Surgeon comes in.
"Although the left superior oblique is doing very well(thanks to Surgery #1) your left lateral rectus is still overshooting and that's why you've still got the right quadrant doubling. Thing is, we can't just go in and trim up the left lateral rectus because it's not as versatile as the other muscle. If you had that corrected,you know the risks. Your decision- it's your eye."
I stare at my surgeon, FRICK he can't be serious. Of course, they told me (pre-surgery #1) that anything was possible but I'd hoped,as it was doing better, that I would not have to come back to this place(ever, I guess-and eye wise, not for a year).
Seems it is not to be. It is regressing too much on the right side. Back to the OR it is. Diabetes wise- my eyes are just great + everyother wise, its just such a tangled web.
0.1 units remaining. Capitol UGH.
I need gas, so I take care of that first. Check blood glucose. 466 mg/dl.
Darn it, I'm going to be late...
Back up shot of 8 units, as there doesn't seem to be any spare resevoirs in my car. No time to go home + grab a new one. Got to get to the 4 month eye followup.
The eye clinic, is, as usual, crowded to the gills + though I'm 2 minutes early, it hardly matters when the docs are running behind so much. 20 minutes, tops, before I can even get registered.
Register, go back to seat.
At least the other wait is much shorter. 10 minutes, and Resident Wonderful calls me back.
"So, how have you been doing?"
"Ok."
He looks at my chart, asks me some questions. I can tell from his expression that he thinks I have Very High Matenience Patient emblazoned all over me + there's no way in heck he'll be tampering with my case.
There are too many horrible factors.
Standard checks. Up,down,left,right. Charts.Glasses on. Glasses off. Goes out.
My surgeon comes in, does some more preliminaries.
Assistant comes in. Drops, pressure, out to waiting room. Back to testing room. Green/Red goggles for Hess Test-all too familiar by now.
Back to waiting room. Back to exam room. Surgeon comes in.
"Although the left superior oblique is doing very well(thanks to Surgery #1) your left lateral rectus is still overshooting and that's why you've still got the right quadrant doubling. Thing is, we can't just go in and trim up the left lateral rectus because it's not as versatile as the other muscle. If you had that corrected,you know the risks. Your decision- it's your eye."
I stare at my surgeon, FRICK he can't be serious. Of course, they told me (pre-surgery #1) that anything was possible but I'd hoped,as it was doing better, that I would not have to come back to this place(ever, I guess-and eye wise, not for a year).
Seems it is not to be. It is regressing too much on the right side. Back to the OR it is. Diabetes wise- my eyes are just great + everyother wise, its just such a tangled web.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Vanilla Zero- Color Me Happy
I've tried Zero..and Cherry Zero(hey, it doesn't take much to please this palate) but gosh darn it, I just love it when a previously undiscovered (or new) flavor makes it to this part of the world. It's soooo good.
(in my opinion)
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Grass Green: Color My Yard Sale
The grass was freshly mowed.
The stash of Diet/Regular Mt.Dews stood by the door, throughly chilled and ready for human (and cat? but this isn't mine, adorable photo though) consumption.
And the morning 72 mg/dl had been improved upon, by a horribly un-D-friendly Tastycake cupcake. (it was good,though..)
Fortuanatly, I hadn't yet set up the vast majority of my items(just the tables + a fan), it had rained the night previously. The tabletops were soaked, and had to be dryed off.
An hour of predawn preperation- dragging/carring everything across the street, setting up in the big parking lot (people tend to ignore you, if you're not in a highly visable spot + that wasn't a chance I was going to take this year. Need other people around.)
My mom showed up to help me organize- put ice/drinks in coolers, set up stuff.
As soon as it was really light- they (the early morning crowd) showed up in droves, intent on getting the best deals possible.
I keep an eye on the big guy raffling through my extra glucose moniter collection-he's been there awhile. In fact, its the 2nd time he's been there, and back again.
"$10 for the whole box?"
If I'd have been drinking anything, it most certainly would have shot out my nose. Heck, no- there are two Ultras,1 Ultrasmart,1 Ascensia,and 1 Aviva in that box, all New in Package. (CVS deals + freebies) All glucose moniters should be cheap, but not that cheap + I think its priced pretty conservativly at $2-$5 each already. My level of altruism doesn't extend that far- I did have to pay for the gas to go get these + I think I should be reimbursed for that.
"Uh, NO. They're worth $75 each."
The guy knows that- and grunts, as he moves back to study the box again. There's no way he wants 5 glucose moniters just to moniter his own D, he's looking to resell some of them.
His wife is already one of my favorite customers, cleaning up a good $25 worth of stuff.
"Ok, this one." He pulls out the Ascensia.
Thank goodness he made a decision.
(plus,I thought I'd have to give that particular one away. Who uses Ascensia any more?)
The morning progresses, and the crowds keep coming, cleaning out my stash of candles/dvds/B&BWorks items/drinks/miscellanious. I go down the street, and find some more junk(to replete what I got rid of,haha), lug it back to the house(it weighs a ton, craft stuff). Should have had it delivered- its only half a mile away!
Bg afterwords- 213.
An hour later, as I'm walking in the opposite direction, its low. I duck into the VFW post, buy a hotdog, and set my basal down to 0.0. Hot weather certainly works wonders on high blood sugars.Take a hotdog back to my mom.
By 12:30, the crowds are pretty much gone + its time to pack up.
Bg: 71. Rip off pump in frustrated exaustion, go take nap.
5:30 PM- wake up from nap. 325. No surprise there, that's what happens when you're off the pump for 4 hours. At least its a change from being low.
Very productive day, cleared several hundred $$'s. If only my blood sugars were as wonderful. I overestimated some things(such as the number of drinks people would buy)so now I've got a bunch of regular drinks(in addition to diet) that I'll have to find normal people to drink them...Two Ultras also remain. There was a fire fighter looking at them,but he didn't buy any(it isn't the protocal meter anyway).
The stash of Diet/Regular Mt.Dews stood by the door, throughly chilled and ready for human (and cat? but this isn't mine, adorable photo though) consumption.
And the morning 72 mg/dl had been improved upon, by a horribly un-D-friendly Tastycake cupcake. (it was good,though..)
Fortuanatly, I hadn't yet set up the vast majority of my items(just the tables + a fan), it had rained the night previously. The tabletops were soaked, and had to be dryed off.
An hour of predawn preperation- dragging/carring everything across the street, setting up in the big parking lot (people tend to ignore you, if you're not in a highly visable spot + that wasn't a chance I was going to take this year. Need other people around.)
My mom showed up to help me organize- put ice/drinks in coolers, set up stuff.
As soon as it was really light- they (the early morning crowd) showed up in droves, intent on getting the best deals possible.
I keep an eye on the big guy raffling through my extra glucose moniter collection-he's been there awhile. In fact, its the 2nd time he's been there, and back again.
"$10 for the whole box?"
If I'd have been drinking anything, it most certainly would have shot out my nose. Heck, no- there are two Ultras,1 Ultrasmart,1 Ascensia,and 1 Aviva in that box, all New in Package. (CVS deals + freebies) All glucose moniters should be cheap, but not that cheap + I think its priced pretty conservativly at $2-$5 each already. My level of altruism doesn't extend that far- I did have to pay for the gas to go get these + I think I should be reimbursed for that.
"Uh, NO. They're worth $75 each."
The guy knows that- and grunts, as he moves back to study the box again. There's no way he wants 5 glucose moniters just to moniter his own D, he's looking to resell some of them.
His wife is already one of my favorite customers, cleaning up a good $25 worth of stuff.
"Ok, this one." He pulls out the Ascensia.
Thank goodness he made a decision.
(plus,I thought I'd have to give that particular one away. Who uses Ascensia any more?)
The morning progresses, and the crowds keep coming, cleaning out my stash of candles/dvds/B&BWorks items/drinks/miscellanious. I go down the street, and find some more junk(to replete what I got rid of,haha), lug it back to the house(it weighs a ton, craft stuff). Should have had it delivered- its only half a mile away!
Bg afterwords- 213.
An hour later, as I'm walking in the opposite direction, its low. I duck into the VFW post, buy a hotdog, and set my basal down to 0.0. Hot weather certainly works wonders on high blood sugars.Take a hotdog back to my mom.
By 12:30, the crowds are pretty much gone + its time to pack up.
Bg: 71. Rip off pump in frustrated exaustion, go take nap.
5:30 PM- wake up from nap. 325. No surprise there, that's what happens when you're off the pump for 4 hours. At least its a change from being low.
Very productive day, cleared several hundred $$'s. If only my blood sugars were as wonderful. I overestimated some things(such as the number of drinks people would buy)so now I've got a bunch of regular drinks(in addition to diet) that I'll have to find normal people to drink them...Two Ultras also remain. There was a fire fighter looking at them,but he didn't buy any(it isn't the protocal meter anyway).
Friday, June 08, 2007
The Me (Meme)
1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
If I was a celebrity- I'd have to have makeup on, even in jail.
2. How much cash do you have on you? Cash? you must be joking..
3. What's a word that rhymes with DOOR? de-jour. As in, some weird French word that I have absolutely no clue what it means.
4. Favorite planet? Mars. I have an ongoing interest in the place my fiance is from.
5. Who is the first person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
My cellphone provider, reminding me of my due bill.
6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?
Got this phone(a month ago) and I haven't even personalized my ring tones to my contact list! So I can't say I've got a favorite.(yet)
7. What shirt are you wearing? sleeveless blue cotton, in keeping with the 95 degrees + haven't yet had the ac put back in my windowsill theme.
8. Do you label yourself? yes, but "diabetic" is not
really one of my favorites.
9. Name the brand of the shoes you're currently wearing: White Stag sneakers.
10. Bright or Dark Room? Dark room. It's easier to catch a nap.
11. Why is there always a missing question?
Because human beings aren't perfect.
12. What does your watch look like?
I don't wear a watch. (usually) I've got a pump w/ has a perfectly functioning timepiece.
13. What were you doing at midnight last night? chatting.
14. What did your last text message you received on your cell phone say?
Sorry, your code is invalid. Please resubmit to Coke Rewards.
15. Where is your nearest 7-11?
Less then 1/2 a mile away. And its a favorite hangout.
16. What's a word that you say a lot? Oh-kay.
17. Who told you he/she loved you last? My fiance.:-)
18. Last furry thing you touched? The moldy thing growing in my refridgerator-(that I throughly cleaned out today, yay me!) it reminded me of a giant dust bunny. And it left a trail of green slime, as it dragged against the kitchen floor/porch. So after cleaning the 'fridge, I had to scrub the floor.
19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?
Two. And only one was the injectable kind.
20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?
None, but I do have 1,132 digital photos that I need to sort through/upload/order online before this computer kicks the dust.
21. Favorite age you have been so far? 15. (pre-D)
22. Your worst enemy? people who stress me out.
23. What is your current desktop picture? My fiance.
24. What was the last thing you said to someone? Yep, I'll be there. 5 AM, baby.
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly, what would it be? A million bucks. I'm with Kerri- I'm not really into flying.
26. Do you like someone? yeah, I like alot of people.
27. The last song you listened to? Basics of Life/4Him.
28. What time of day were you born?
12:47 AM,on the first of September. Just narrowly missed being an August baby.
29. What's your favorite number? 98. It's a pretty versatile number-bodytemp, blood sugar, room temp wise. And if you've lived that long, that's pretty cool too.
30. Where did you live in 1987? Jackson,MS, I was in the first grade.
31. Are you jealous of anyone?
people who smoke like a chimney + still live to 110.
32. Is anyone jealous of you? several people at my job, who would love to get married + up & quit theirs...
33. Where were you when 9/11 happened?
At work, bemoaning the state of my alternator-fried vehicle.
34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
A. Scream at it.
B. Go back to table, to acquire more change.
C. Fill out refund request.
(this usually happens at work)
35. Do you consider yourself kind? In most respects, yes. Everyone has bad days though.
36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be? Probably on my left shoulder.
37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? Spanish.
38. Would you move for the person you loved? I'm about to do just that. (move to the ends of the earth...)
39. Are you touchy-feely?
no
40. What's your life motto?
If life hands you lemons, make lemonade + swap with someone who's life has handed them vodka.
41. Name three things you have on you at all times:
(usually) my pump
Medical ID
my engagement ring
42. What's your favorite town/city?
I love Washington DC- but then again, I haven't been very many places.
43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?
paper towels at Target.And I didn't pass out this time.
44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?
A looooooooong time ago.
45. Can you change the oil on a car? Yes.
46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?
That he has a better job, but not any luck in the S.O. department.
47. How far back do you know your ancestry?
1066 A.D. One ancestor came over with William the Conquorer, to clean up Merry Old England.
48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy? For my sister's wedding, I wore this pink dress.(and pink is really not me)
49. Does anything hurt on your body right now? just my head, because its so hot outside.
50. Have you ever been burned by love?
Been there, done it, got the tshirt.
51. Do you have a crush on any bloggers? heck yeah, but I don't think they're blogging anymore. (joint blog, by three resident doctors)
52. Where would you like to live? Every place has its advantages/disadvantages, and I haven't figured out where that might be.
If I was a celebrity- I'd have to have makeup on, even in jail.
2. How much cash do you have on you? Cash? you must be joking..
3. What's a word that rhymes with DOOR? de-jour. As in, some weird French word that I have absolutely no clue what it means.
4. Favorite planet? Mars. I have an ongoing interest in the place my fiance is from.
5. Who is the first person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
My cellphone provider, reminding me of my due bill.
6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?
Got this phone(a month ago) and I haven't even personalized my ring tones to my contact list! So I can't say I've got a favorite.(yet)
7. What shirt are you wearing? sleeveless blue cotton, in keeping with the 95 degrees + haven't yet had the ac put back in my windowsill theme.
8. Do you label yourself? yes, but "diabetic" is not
really one of my favorites.
9. Name the brand of the shoes you're currently wearing: White Stag sneakers.
10. Bright or Dark Room? Dark room. It's easier to catch a nap.
11. Why is there always a missing question?
Because human beings aren't perfect.
12. What does your watch look like?
I don't wear a watch. (usually) I've got a pump w/ has a perfectly functioning timepiece.
13. What were you doing at midnight last night? chatting.
14. What did your last text message you received on your cell phone say?
Sorry, your code is invalid. Please resubmit to Coke Rewards.
15. Where is your nearest 7-11?
Less then 1/2 a mile away. And its a favorite hangout.
16. What's a word that you say a lot? Oh-kay.
17. Who told you he/she loved you last? My fiance.:-)
18. Last furry thing you touched? The moldy thing growing in my refridgerator-(that I throughly cleaned out today, yay me!) it reminded me of a giant dust bunny. And it left a trail of green slime, as it dragged against the kitchen floor/porch. So after cleaning the 'fridge, I had to scrub the floor.
19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?
Two. And only one was the injectable kind.
20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?
None, but I do have 1,132 digital photos that I need to sort through/upload/order online before this computer kicks the dust.
21. Favorite age you have been so far? 15. (pre-D)
22. Your worst enemy? people who stress me out.
23. What is your current desktop picture? My fiance.
24. What was the last thing you said to someone? Yep, I'll be there. 5 AM, baby.
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly, what would it be? A million bucks. I'm with Kerri- I'm not really into flying.
26. Do you like someone? yeah, I like alot of people.
27. The last song you listened to? Basics of Life/4Him.
28. What time of day were you born?
12:47 AM,on the first of September. Just narrowly missed being an August baby.
29. What's your favorite number? 98. It's a pretty versatile number-bodytemp, blood sugar, room temp wise. And if you've lived that long, that's pretty cool too.
30. Where did you live in 1987? Jackson,MS, I was in the first grade.
31. Are you jealous of anyone?
people who smoke like a chimney + still live to 110.
32. Is anyone jealous of you? several people at my job, who would love to get married + up & quit theirs...
33. Where were you when 9/11 happened?
At work, bemoaning the state of my alternator-fried vehicle.
34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
A. Scream at it.
B. Go back to table, to acquire more change.
C. Fill out refund request.
(this usually happens at work)
35. Do you consider yourself kind? In most respects, yes. Everyone has bad days though.
36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be? Probably on my left shoulder.
37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? Spanish.
38. Would you move for the person you loved? I'm about to do just that. (move to the ends of the earth...)
39. Are you touchy-feely?
no
40. What's your life motto?
If life hands you lemons, make lemonade + swap with someone who's life has handed them vodka.
41. Name three things you have on you at all times:
(usually) my pump
Medical ID
my engagement ring
42. What's your favorite town/city?
I love Washington DC- but then again, I haven't been very many places.
43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?
paper towels at Target.And I didn't pass out this time.
44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?
A looooooooong time ago.
45. Can you change the oil on a car? Yes.
46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?
That he has a better job, but not any luck in the S.O. department.
47. How far back do you know your ancestry?
1066 A.D. One ancestor came over with William the Conquorer, to clean up Merry Old England.
48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy? For my sister's wedding, I wore this pink dress.(and pink is really not me)
49. Does anything hurt on your body right now? just my head, because its so hot outside.
50. Have you ever been burned by love?
Been there, done it, got the tshirt.
51. Do you have a crush on any bloggers? heck yeah, but I don't think they're blogging anymore. (joint blog, by three resident doctors)
52. Where would you like to live? Every place has its advantages/disadvantages, and I haven't figured out where that might be.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Sheet White: X Marks the Spot
I am tired, so very tired, standing in the Target checkout line. And getting progressevly lower, though I don't believe I'm all that low. Just need a little something to pep me up, get me through checkout, and over to my parent's house for supper. Temp basal is already set on 0.0 for an hour.
No Peeps.
No juice.
No glucose tablets.
I grab the package of Reese's Pieces off the shelf, rip them open, and eat them, determined not to repeat the gas station incident.
The cashier scans my items + wades through my stack of coupons(which, predictably, will not scan). She is telling me something.
I want to sit down. I need to sit down. Now. To heck with groceries and coupons and nosey cashiers. So I slump down against the counter + start to shake. Stupid low.
The lady behind me (in the checkout) is talking to me. "I saw your insulin pump, are you low?"
I don't ask how she knows that. I'm just grateful that she does.
"Yes."
"You ate some candy-do you need anything else?" "No,I'll be ok." "Want me to call the squad?" "No, it'll be ok in a few minutes."
"Drink this."
Pepsi, real Pepsi. Automatically swallow, spill, repeat. Lay down. As with many of my lows, it gets worse before it gets better. Apethetic daze time.
Pepsi is slowly kicking in when the squad shows up on the scene.
"Hey, Heidi. Open your eyes. It's Ike."
"I didn't know she was diabetic." (Another familiar voice)
Squad buds.(dude,those were the good old days) Back when I had time to do stuff like that. Back before life got so busy.
"Low, huh?"
"Yeah." I'm so shaky, I'm not convinced my blood sugar has gone up much. Some InstaGlucose might just do the trick.
In the ambulance, a bg check rings in at 109.
"Still think you're low?"
"Yes."
"You know yourself better then this meter. Have a tube of glucose." Suck it dry.
"Another?" "Yes." Suck 2nd tube dry.
Bg check=118.
"I think we better go to a dextrose drip." He puts it in. "Cold?"
"No."(I'm always this shaky when I'm recovering from a major hypo)
Get to ER. Blood glucose after (more) juice, supper, and 3 hours...
401 mg/dl.
Do I feel stupid now, or what- why is it, by the time you get to the ER your blood sugar is normal again.(soon to be high) Of course, you don't know that it is going to go up but most eventually do. Sigh. Five minutes being seen by the ER doctor("We'll keep an eye on you/you're fine") and 15 being berated by ER nurse #2 for crimping the tubing("You're an EMT, you should know better!") I utterly despise ER's. I will never work in one. (as a nurse)
Got home, got to sleep, and had another low at 12 AM. I was working my way through a jar of peanuts when it occured to me that I might be low, better check. 53. Time for more juice. Back to the 300's again this morning, I need to get this smoothed out.
(*Note to insurance company: See why I need a CGMS????*)
No Peeps.
No juice.
No glucose tablets.
I grab the package of Reese's Pieces off the shelf, rip them open, and eat them, determined not to repeat the gas station incident.
The cashier scans my items + wades through my stack of coupons(which, predictably, will not scan). She is telling me something.
I want to sit down. I need to sit down. Now. To heck with groceries and coupons and nosey cashiers. So I slump down against the counter + start to shake. Stupid low.
The lady behind me (in the checkout) is talking to me. "I saw your insulin pump, are you low?"
I don't ask how she knows that. I'm just grateful that she does.
"Yes."
"You ate some candy-do you need anything else?" "No,I'll be ok." "Want me to call the squad?" "No, it'll be ok in a few minutes."
"Drink this."
Pepsi, real Pepsi. Automatically swallow, spill, repeat. Lay down. As with many of my lows, it gets worse before it gets better. Apethetic daze time.
Pepsi is slowly kicking in when the squad shows up on the scene.
"Hey, Heidi. Open your eyes. It's Ike."
"I didn't know she was diabetic." (Another familiar voice)
Squad buds.(dude,those were the good old days) Back when I had time to do stuff like that. Back before life got so busy.
"Low, huh?"
"Yeah." I'm so shaky, I'm not convinced my blood sugar has gone up much. Some InstaGlucose might just do the trick.
In the ambulance, a bg check rings in at 109.
"Still think you're low?"
"Yes."
"You know yourself better then this meter. Have a tube of glucose." Suck it dry.
"Another?" "Yes." Suck 2nd tube dry.
Bg check=118.
"I think we better go to a dextrose drip." He puts it in. "Cold?"
"No."(I'm always this shaky when I'm recovering from a major hypo)
Get to ER. Blood glucose after (more) juice, supper, and 3 hours...
401 mg/dl.
Do I feel stupid now, or what- why is it, by the time you get to the ER your blood sugar is normal again.(soon to be high) Of course, you don't know that it is going to go up but most eventually do. Sigh. Five minutes being seen by the ER doctor("We'll keep an eye on you/you're fine") and 15 being berated by ER nurse #2 for crimping the tubing("You're an EMT, you should know better!") I utterly despise ER's. I will never work in one. (as a nurse)
Got home, got to sleep, and had another low at 12 AM. I was working my way through a jar of peanuts when it occured to me that I might be low, better check. 53. Time for more juice. Back to the 300's again this morning, I need to get this smoothed out.
(*Note to insurance company: See why I need a CGMS????*)
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Dark Blue: Color me Lonely
Two ships on a stormy sea
Two D's in a city of normal pancreas people)
Flash their mirrors
(Recognize each other by their same brand insulin pumps)
A beacon of safety + trust
(Karma, period.Eventually, you'll finally run into some one who gets it)
In this tumultuos storm
(High, low, high, low- will it ever end?)
Going down again
(Low again?)
But nothing will sink this old ship.
(I'd trust you, even more then an MD-Paramedic)
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Ok, I admit, I don't get out much. No support groups for type 1's/pumpers around here (by "around here", I'm referring to the Endocrine group in the city, and even that is a nice little drive, much less back here in Smallville, USA) and I've seen another type 1 precisely twice.(around here, not pumpers)Although my endo is also a type 1, she's all doctor(doesn't talk about herself any, I wish she would) Although I'm sure they do exist. I see the names scrawled into the syringe purchase book, whenever I have to buy backup syringes + some of them are probably type 1's. Doctors are the only people who know lots of type 1's.
Which explains why I go a little nuts when I come in contact with another type 1.
CVS parking lot, 6 pm. I'm in my car, they're getting back into their car and I catch a glimpse of their clipped on gadget- it suddenly registers that said device is NOT a cellphone. Nope. It's a blue Deltec Cozmo, in the black plastic-less case(exactly what I've got).
WOW....
As I'm digesting this shocking scene, they drive away. No chance that I'll get to throw myself on them, thanking them profusely for reaffirming my hopes that this town isn't quite as backward as I'd previously believed. I'm not the only one with class around here.
Where I'm moving, diabetes support groups abound- and that will be something to get used to. (a good used to,though)
Two D's in a city of normal pancreas people)
Flash their mirrors
(Recognize each other by their same brand insulin pumps)
A beacon of safety + trust
(Karma, period.Eventually, you'll finally run into some one who gets it)
In this tumultuos storm
(High, low, high, low- will it ever end?)
Going down again
(Low again?)
But nothing will sink this old ship.
(I'd trust you, even more then an MD-Paramedic)
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Ok, I admit, I don't get out much. No support groups for type 1's/pumpers around here (by "around here", I'm referring to the Endocrine group in the city, and even that is a nice little drive, much less back here in Smallville, USA) and I've seen another type 1 precisely twice.(around here, not pumpers)Although my endo is also a type 1, she's all doctor(doesn't talk about herself any, I wish she would) Although I'm sure they do exist. I see the names scrawled into the syringe purchase book, whenever I have to buy backup syringes + some of them are probably type 1's. Doctors are the only people who know lots of type 1's.
Which explains why I go a little nuts when I come in contact with another type 1.
CVS parking lot, 6 pm. I'm in my car, they're getting back into their car and I catch a glimpse of their clipped on gadget- it suddenly registers that said device is NOT a cellphone. Nope. It's a blue Deltec Cozmo, in the black plastic-less case(exactly what I've got).
WOW....
As I'm digesting this shocking scene, they drive away. No chance that I'll get to throw myself on them, thanking them profusely for reaffirming my hopes that this town isn't quite as backward as I'd previously believed. I'm not the only one with class around here.
Where I'm moving, diabetes support groups abound- and that will be something to get used to. (a good used to,though)
Monday, May 28, 2007
Harsh Pink: Color Me Stupid
You live with the consequences of your actions. Always. (Especially on holiday weekends)
Checked my blood glucose probably 6 times in 3 days(really, really, not like me) ate
whenever/wherever everyone else was, took off my pump last night and woke up with a blood glucose of 501(purple ketones for that one) and I would say, wasn't very responsible. (at all) Many of the blood sugars were ok, but when I'd get high, I'd just bolus rather then take the time to check. Five positive ketostix in 3 days.
I was trying not to inconvenience anyone..(by stopping and fooling with D stuff) but as usual, it would convenience them even more when you get in trouble with highs. I've got to stop worrying about everyone else's feelings + pay enough attention to the D.
Ketones make me want to scream!
(its being high,cranky,and thirsty and those buggers don't clear out very easily either) I hate ketones.
Checked my blood glucose probably 6 times in 3 days(really, really, not like me) ate
whenever/wherever everyone else was, took off my pump last night and woke up with a blood glucose of 501(purple ketones for that one) and I would say, wasn't very responsible. (at all) Many of the blood sugars were ok, but when I'd get high, I'd just bolus rather then take the time to check. Five positive ketostix in 3 days.
I was trying not to inconvenience anyone..(by stopping and fooling with D stuff) but as usual, it would convenience them even more when you get in trouble with highs. I've got to stop worrying about everyone else's feelings + pay enough attention to the D.
Ketones make me want to scream!
(its being high,cranky,and thirsty and those buggers don't clear out very easily either) I hate ketones.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
We're Diabetic
For a little bit of good old fashioned D-pride, click here.
Rah, Rah.
(time to wear my "I run on Insulin" tshirt..:-)
Rah, Rah.
(time to wear my "I run on Insulin" tshirt..:-)
Sunday, May 20, 2007
The Jamestown Story (Part 2)
Part 2-because Sat. was a story unto itself. This is what happened on Sunday.
7:30 AM- After a "Let's-get-DKA-high" breakfast of waffles/syrup, yogurt, 3 glasses of oj(what can I say, I was thirsty) and the subsequent bolusing of 15 U Novolog(not enough), my fiance and I take off for the "Yellow" lot, where we'll catch a bus to Jamestown.
8:45 AM After driving aimlessly around a seemingly deserted Eastern State(mental facility, twin cousin to Western State(joint on my side of the state) we arrive at the Yellow Lot(an empty field). Still early, we're only the 4th line of cars. Directly ahead lies a fleet of school buses, from every district in the Richmond-VA beach area. It begins to drizzle, and its a relief to board the Newport News bus.
Our driver greets us with a cheery "Good morning!" as we file in and fill the seats.
3 minutes later, as we're going down the road, the driver makes an unexpected lurch into the left turn lane.(did I mention there were no seat belts on the buses?)
The guy of front of us frowns. "Hey, you need to go straight here."
"I do?"
"YES."
"I don't know, I'm not from the area and I'm just doin' what they tell me too."
The hair on the back of my neck prickles at the news. Not good, a driver who has no clue where we're going...
The guy in front, though, has the situation well under control. "I know where to go-just keep going straight."
Audible sigh of relief heard. (by 60+ inhabitants of bus)
10 minutes later, we arrive at the Jamestown Anniversary site and unboard, as Marines direct traffic and assist little old ladies off buses.
It's still sprinking, and a bone-piercing chilly wind is blowing, adding to the uncomfortableness of the situation. The security lines are very long,as every handbag/backpack/etc. is throughly searched.
Metal detecter. Gulp. Lambo JR. frequently sets them off, and that's really not something I need today...
But when it's my turn, I pass through(uneventfully).
It's 10:30 by then, so we head for the information booth to buy "Script", the official currency of the festival.
Buy lunch, and head over to the main stage, where various dignitaries are warmin' it up with the expected long wided speeches. State delegates. The Secretary of the Interior. Sandra Day O'Connor. (who has been famous since before I was born..talk about history!)
Suddenly, a pair of fighter jets scream overhead. (giving us all mild heart attacks)
Finish lunch. The sun comes out, it quits raining. "Hail to the Chief" starts up, and we all stand up. (the sea of blue is the 10,000 member choir)
The governor is being quite cordial (remarkable, considering they're on opposite sides of the political spectrum)
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States!"
In the interest of PC, I won't delve into what he said, as you can (or did) read about it in the newspapers. Gave speech, directed the band for about 3 minutes which got a big laugh from the audience. Then the director of the festival, him/First Lady, 3 local kids stood around this Time Box and put some stuff into it(No telling what they put in-that's for tonight, boys and girls)and as the band still played, they left the stage. (followed by the dignitaries)
People begin pouring out of Festival Park, toward the Ship Area. One or two SS agents remained around the Secured Area, as the various helicopters took off. You could tell they were Secret Service from the microphone thingies in their ears(they didn't look like Men in Black). Having never seen a Secret Service agent in person, it gave me a weird weak feeling in the knees.
I'm feeling high(and thirsty). Meter reads a cranky 350, so I shoot 6 units(rather then worry about changing my infusion set(I'm way too busy for that). Combining that with walking around all afternoon should both take it down and take care of the basal
rate(I won't need much).. Get a diet pepsi. Head for the Ship Area.
Went on board the 2 larger ships. (the one was so tiny it barely could be called a ship...)
The Anchor(on the biggest ship):
We then head over to the reconstructed Fort area.(not the actual site-that's being dug up)
Stop #1:
This was a canoe making demonstation- after the Indians had cut down a tree, they'd set a series of small fires of top of it(burning the inside out). Then, they'd use clam shells to scrape out the ash and shape the canoe. When the settlers showed up(with metal tools) the Indians just about went nuts with happyness(they're clam-scrapeing days were officially over). Pretty interesting.
Stop #2. (The Fort)
Splitting boards:
How they amputated someone's limb:
(they were very good at this,the person lost less then 1/2 a pint of blood) The person had to stay in bed for awhile afterwords though.
Curing tobacco:
(Marlboro Light,anyone?)
A house:
Various other things, we didn't have time to see it all. Went back to the Visitor Center where we caught a bus for the original site.At the original site, we viewed a short documentary on the graves they'd found, saw the reconstructed church, saw the
dig site,and stood in line for 1.5 hours for the artifact museum. By then, it was hot
and people were not in the best of moods. The Archiological president + someone else came around to cheer us up, pass out water + sunblock,tell us that it was well worth the wait, and apologize for it being so long. And to tell us stories of how the Queen of England(the week previously) could go all over the area in high heels(at 82, that's pretty good) but then again, the Queen of England didn't have to wait 90 minutes on a moderatly hot summer day. Blood sugar was dropping, so I set a temp basal of 0.0 for an hour and hoped it would stay stable.
We finally got to the museum, and I was low, there was still a line(it would have taken another hour to see the graves) so we did a quick walk around and got out of there so I could drink juice.(nothing was allowed in the museum,and I wasn't about to get kicked out after waiting all that time) Saw a few things of interest.(the graves were just the big attraction)
Got back on the bus, for Anniversary Park. It was after 6 pm by then, so we got some supper, hung around the main stage area.
At 7:30 pm, there was a play about the founding of Jamestown. Very well done.
8 PM- My cellphone and digital camera both die.
At 8:30 pm, Govornor Kaine reappeared for the grand finale- to tell everyone what the president had put in the Time Box(some cds,a cd player, and a power cord + some stuff from Queen Elizabeth) In 50 years- cd players might be obsolete...
Then the govornor,his wife and 3 kids put some more stuff in the Time Box.They told him just 1 thing, but being the govornor, he chose to ignore that advice.
#1 A Virginia Tech hat
#2 I forget..
#3 Happy Birthday helium balloon, which didn't quite fit and they had to really push + scrunch it in there.
The grand finale was the fireworks, which were beyond description (REALLY awesome). The Virginia Symphony Orchestra played the theme music(Star Wars, Stars and Stripes Forever, some other stuff) for 30 minutes and I wish I could have taken some pictures of them. They (the fireworks) were the best I've seen in 22 years. After that, we reboard the bus back to the Yellow Lot, the end to a perfect day. And the driver, knew where she was going.Getting out of there wasn't so bad, they really planned it out well.(with people being designated to park in a certain lot, it wasn't a traffic disaster for any certain area)
7:30 AM- After a "Let's-get-DKA-high" breakfast of waffles/syrup, yogurt, 3 glasses of oj(what can I say, I was thirsty) and the subsequent bolusing of 15 U Novolog(not enough), my fiance and I take off for the "Yellow" lot, where we'll catch a bus to Jamestown.
8:45 AM After driving aimlessly around a seemingly deserted Eastern State(mental facility, twin cousin to Western State(joint on my side of the state) we arrive at the Yellow Lot(an empty field). Still early, we're only the 4th line of cars. Directly ahead lies a fleet of school buses, from every district in the Richmond-VA beach area. It begins to drizzle, and its a relief to board the Newport News bus.
Our driver greets us with a cheery "Good morning!" as we file in and fill the seats.
3 minutes later, as we're going down the road, the driver makes an unexpected lurch into the left turn lane.(did I mention there were no seat belts on the buses?)
The guy of front of us frowns. "Hey, you need to go straight here."
"I do?"
"YES."
"I don't know, I'm not from the area and I'm just doin' what they tell me too."
The hair on the back of my neck prickles at the news. Not good, a driver who has no clue where we're going...
The guy in front, though, has the situation well under control. "I know where to go-just keep going straight."
Audible sigh of relief heard. (by 60+ inhabitants of bus)
10 minutes later, we arrive at the Jamestown Anniversary site and unboard, as Marines direct traffic and assist little old ladies off buses.
It's still sprinking, and a bone-piercing chilly wind is blowing, adding to the uncomfortableness of the situation. The security lines are very long,as every handbag/backpack/etc. is throughly searched.
Metal detecter. Gulp. Lambo JR. frequently sets them off, and that's really not something I need today...
But when it's my turn, I pass through(uneventfully).
It's 10:30 by then, so we head for the information booth to buy "Script", the official currency of the festival.
Buy lunch, and head over to the main stage, where various dignitaries are warmin' it up with the expected long wided speeches. State delegates. The Secretary of the Interior. Sandra Day O'Connor. (who has been famous since before I was born..talk about history!)
Suddenly, a pair of fighter jets scream overhead. (giving us all mild heart attacks)
Finish lunch. The sun comes out, it quits raining. "Hail to the Chief" starts up, and we all stand up. (the sea of blue is the 10,000 member choir)
The governor is being quite cordial (remarkable, considering they're on opposite sides of the political spectrum)
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States!"
In the interest of PC, I won't delve into what he said, as you can (or did) read about it in the newspapers. Gave speech, directed the band for about 3 minutes which got a big laugh from the audience. Then the director of the festival, him/First Lady, 3 local kids stood around this Time Box and put some stuff into it(No telling what they put in-that's for tonight, boys and girls)and as the band still played, they left the stage. (followed by the dignitaries)
People begin pouring out of Festival Park, toward the Ship Area. One or two SS agents remained around the Secured Area, as the various helicopters took off. You could tell they were Secret Service from the microphone thingies in their ears(they didn't look like Men in Black). Having never seen a Secret Service agent in person, it gave me a weird weak feeling in the knees.
I'm feeling high(and thirsty). Meter reads a cranky 350, so I shoot 6 units(rather then worry about changing my infusion set(I'm way too busy for that). Combining that with walking around all afternoon should both take it down and take care of the basal
rate(I won't need much).. Get a diet pepsi. Head for the Ship Area.
Went on board the 2 larger ships. (the one was so tiny it barely could be called a ship...)
The Anchor(on the biggest ship):
We then head over to the reconstructed Fort area.(not the actual site-that's being dug up)
Stop #1:
This was a canoe making demonstation- after the Indians had cut down a tree, they'd set a series of small fires of top of it(burning the inside out). Then, they'd use clam shells to scrape out the ash and shape the canoe. When the settlers showed up(with metal tools) the Indians just about went nuts with happyness(they're clam-scrapeing days were officially over). Pretty interesting.
Stop #2. (The Fort)
Splitting boards:
How they amputated someone's limb:
(they were very good at this,the person lost less then 1/2 a pint of blood) The person had to stay in bed for awhile afterwords though.
Curing tobacco:
(Marlboro Light,anyone?)
A house:
Various other things, we didn't have time to see it all. Went back to the Visitor Center where we caught a bus for the original site.At the original site, we viewed a short documentary on the graves they'd found, saw the reconstructed church, saw the
dig site,and stood in line for 1.5 hours for the artifact museum. By then, it was hot
and people were not in the best of moods. The Archiological president + someone else came around to cheer us up, pass out water + sunblock,tell us that it was well worth the wait, and apologize for it being so long. And to tell us stories of how the Queen of England(the week previously) could go all over the area in high heels(at 82, that's pretty good) but then again, the Queen of England didn't have to wait 90 minutes on a moderatly hot summer day. Blood sugar was dropping, so I set a temp basal of 0.0 for an hour and hoped it would stay stable.
We finally got to the museum, and I was low, there was still a line(it would have taken another hour to see the graves) so we did a quick walk around and got out of there so I could drink juice.(nothing was allowed in the museum,and I wasn't about to get kicked out after waiting all that time) Saw a few things of interest.(the graves were just the big attraction)
Got back on the bus, for Anniversary Park. It was after 6 pm by then, so we got some supper, hung around the main stage area.
At 7:30 pm, there was a play about the founding of Jamestown. Very well done.
8 PM- My cellphone and digital camera both die.
At 8:30 pm, Govornor Kaine reappeared for the grand finale- to tell everyone what the president had put in the Time Box(some cds,a cd player, and a power cord + some stuff from Queen Elizabeth) In 50 years- cd players might be obsolete...
Then the govornor,his wife and 3 kids put some more stuff in the Time Box.They told him just 1 thing, but being the govornor, he chose to ignore that advice.
#1 A Virginia Tech hat
#2 I forget..
#3 Happy Birthday helium balloon, which didn't quite fit and they had to really push + scrunch it in there.
The grand finale was the fireworks, which were beyond description (REALLY awesome). The Virginia Symphony Orchestra played the theme music(Star Wars, Stars and Stripes Forever, some other stuff) for 30 minutes and I wish I could have taken some pictures of them. They (the fireworks) were the best I've seen in 22 years. After that, we reboard the bus back to the Yellow Lot, the end to a perfect day. And the driver, knew where she was going.Getting out of there wasn't so bad, they really planned it out well.(with people being designated to park in a certain lot, it wasn't a traffic disaster for any certain area)
Friday, May 18, 2007
5 Months and Counting
I dreamed last night that my a1c was around 7 (only in my dreams, apparently). Fact is, I've had the paperwork labsheet sitting in my Too Urgently Do desk drawer for a full week now. After re-finding it, buried under a car mat post-doctor appointment. (it'd been there for over a week)
It also has a fasting cholesterol test, so I couldn't just quickly take care of it after work. Nope,its gotta be an early morning, fasting since midnight affair. As said lab is 30 minutes away and not open at 5:30 in the morning, the only day I can possibly do it is Saturday..They're open nice and early on Saturdays,7:30 AM.
My diet..quite frankly, hasn't been the best. People in love have much more important things to think about, then getting the RDA of the major food groups. But people in love, can't function(very long) off cheeseburgers and Diet Mountain Dew, so I'm going to try to start cooking veggies, eating fruits because that's what I'm supposed to be doing. My ring is being resized, it was about 1.5 sizes too large (my finger isn't "average") I only had it 2 days before I had to take it back in. It won't be back for two weeks. I miss it.
Cranky, cranky me... I'm dying to show everyone, but not just a pic. I've held off telling people at work, because I'm waiting for that ring.
At work the other day, our supivisor was asking us about special dietary needs for
the upcoming Ice Cream Social(June 1). Two of my coworkers, asked for no sugar ice cream and the supivisor looked around, asked "Anyone else?"
I look at the floor.
Everyone in the department looks at me, waiting for me to announce my request for no sugar ice cream.
I wasn't going to declare any such thing, this was my decision and none of their business. Aside from the fact, that I'm a type 1 and I take insulin for everything anyway.
"Heidi?" pipes up coworker #1.
I resume looking at the floor.
"Do you want it?" asks my supivisor.
"No."
"She'll eat it and end up on the floor," says coworker #2.
I shoot a glare in her direction.
"I work it off, thank you very much."
"No, you'll just shoot insulin for it."
At this point, I get really, really mad and decide to defend myself.
"Ah yes- you're the expert. I've had it 10 years and I more then know what I'm doing by now."
"Well, my mom had it. And h----, I don't care if you end up on the floor."
"If you don't care, why are you even talking about it?"
Coworker #2 is also very angry(at this point). Tells me something that I won't repeat. And I decide, that the ignorance/callous unfeeling of some people is just not worth it.I don't have to defend myself to this jerk, whose sole claim to Experthood lies in the fact that her mom had diabetes + probably died just to get away from her daughter.
They get diabetes, and sugar is forever Evil and shots are an excuse to be a bad diabetic, etc. So they don't take shots(though they need them), they don't eat sugar(instead, they eat all this high carb sugar free stuff) and they don't check their blood sugars and they think they're being good diabetics when in reality, that's the worst thing they can do for themselves. And they get complications, and wonder why.
I don't blame her, though I did spend several hours wishing she'd get type 1 diabetes and have a low, a bad one.(just so she'd learn that it's not eating enough, rather then overeating, that causes one to "end up on the floor." My job is very physical, and I do have to reduce boluses majorly sometimes. It did hurt though, being the topic of discussion in front of the entire dept. No one says anything,but its obvious that I'm the devil-may-care irresponsible bad diabetic.
Reason #145 why I'm glad to be leaving my job. I have good friends there, but when you've had a few lows on the job it forever fuels the rumor mill.
(5 Months and Counting...before I bid it adeau)
It also has a fasting cholesterol test, so I couldn't just quickly take care of it after work. Nope,its gotta be an early morning, fasting since midnight affair. As said lab is 30 minutes away and not open at 5:30 in the morning, the only day I can possibly do it is Saturday..They're open nice and early on Saturdays,7:30 AM.
My diet..quite frankly, hasn't been the best. People in love have much more important things to think about, then getting the RDA of the major food groups. But people in love, can't function(very long) off cheeseburgers and Diet Mountain Dew, so I'm going to try to start cooking veggies, eating fruits because that's what I'm supposed to be doing. My ring is being resized, it was about 1.5 sizes too large (my finger isn't "average") I only had it 2 days before I had to take it back in. It won't be back for two weeks. I miss it.
Cranky, cranky me... I'm dying to show everyone, but not just a pic. I've held off telling people at work, because I'm waiting for that ring.
At work the other day, our supivisor was asking us about special dietary needs for
the upcoming Ice Cream Social(June 1). Two of my coworkers, asked for no sugar ice cream and the supivisor looked around, asked "Anyone else?"
I look at the floor.
Everyone in the department looks at me, waiting for me to announce my request for no sugar ice cream.
I wasn't going to declare any such thing, this was my decision and none of their business. Aside from the fact, that I'm a type 1 and I take insulin for everything anyway.
"Heidi?" pipes up coworker #1.
I resume looking at the floor.
"Do you want it?" asks my supivisor.
"No."
"She'll eat it and end up on the floor," says coworker #2.
I shoot a glare in her direction.
"I work it off, thank you very much."
"No, you'll just shoot insulin for it."
At this point, I get really, really mad and decide to defend myself.
"Ah yes- you're the expert. I've had it 10 years and I more then know what I'm doing by now."
"Well, my mom had it. And h----, I don't care if you end up on the floor."
"If you don't care, why are you even talking about it?"
Coworker #2 is also very angry(at this point). Tells me something that I won't repeat. And I decide, that the ignorance/callous unfeeling of some people is just not worth it.I don't have to defend myself to this jerk, whose sole claim to Experthood lies in the fact that her mom had diabetes + probably died just to get away from her daughter.
They get diabetes, and sugar is forever Evil and shots are an excuse to be a bad diabetic, etc. So they don't take shots(though they need them), they don't eat sugar(instead, they eat all this high carb sugar free stuff) and they don't check their blood sugars and they think they're being good diabetics when in reality, that's the worst thing they can do for themselves. And they get complications, and wonder why.
I don't blame her, though I did spend several hours wishing she'd get type 1 diabetes and have a low, a bad one.(just so she'd learn that it's not eating enough, rather then overeating, that causes one to "end up on the floor." My job is very physical, and I do have to reduce boluses majorly sometimes. It did hurt though, being the topic of discussion in front of the entire dept. No one says anything,but its obvious that I'm the devil-may-care irresponsible bad diabetic.
Reason #145 why I'm glad to be leaving my job. I have good friends there, but when you've had a few lows on the job it forever fuels the rumor mill.
(5 Months and Counting...before I bid it adeau)
Monday, May 14, 2007
Ballad of a Beta Queen
Dream on, Dream on, Beta Queen
Weirdist girl we've ever seen
There's a story in our town
Of the weirdest girl around
Brunette hair, and a meter true
Which she'd use, to pitch at you.
People 'round her, liked her more
When she stayed out of the candy store
She'd get high, and cranky too
Getting high will make you blue.
She had glucose tabs to share
Pump so blue, an endo too
Not a care, this Beta Queen
(Not a care, this Beta Queen)
Dream on,Dream on, Beta Queen
Weirdest girl you've ever seen.
Though some guys would take her out
It was clear, they had their doubts
Diabetes was too real
They'd be getting too raw a deal.
Dream on, Dream on, Beta Queen
Better make some more ka-ching.
Then one day, she wrote a book
Publisher came, to take a look
Got the money, got the fame
Yet her life was still the same.
Dream on, Dream on, Beta Queen
Nothing's ever as it seems.
But the years, when passing by
Left this Beta Queen less shy
Diabetes lessons learned
Fewer times she would get burned.
Dream on, Dream on, Beta Queen
Maybe yet you'll get a ring.
Do I have to tell you more
She said yes to the boy from the shore..
And it's plain, they both adore.
I've joined the ranks of engaged OC'rs... Yes, the weekend was all so
amazing + I'll be blogging about that but I had to tell you guys the most important news first!!!!!!!! It happened in a resteraunt in Williamsburg,(Sat.night) and I've still not come back to earth.
Weirdist girl we've ever seen
There's a story in our town
Of the weirdest girl around
Brunette hair, and a meter true
Which she'd use, to pitch at you.
People 'round her, liked her more
When she stayed out of the candy store
She'd get high, and cranky too
Getting high will make you blue.
She had glucose tabs to share
Pump so blue, an endo too
Not a care, this Beta Queen
(Not a care, this Beta Queen)
Dream on,Dream on, Beta Queen
Weirdest girl you've ever seen.
Though some guys would take her out
It was clear, they had their doubts
Diabetes was too real
They'd be getting too raw a deal.
Dream on, Dream on, Beta Queen
Better make some more ka-ching.
Then one day, she wrote a book
Publisher came, to take a look
Got the money, got the fame
Yet her life was still the same.
Dream on, Dream on, Beta Queen
Nothing's ever as it seems.
But the years, when passing by
Left this Beta Queen less shy
Diabetes lessons learned
Fewer times she would get burned.
Dream on, Dream on, Beta Queen
Maybe yet you'll get a ring.
Do I have to tell you more
She said yes to the boy from the shore..
And it's plain, they both adore.
I've joined the ranks of engaged OC'rs... Yes, the weekend was all so
amazing + I'll be blogging about that but I had to tell you guys the most important news first!!!!!!!! It happened in a resteraunt in Williamsburg,(Sat.night) and I've still not come back to earth.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Stories
I just can't stop watching this... love the song, love Greys Anatomy, and it basically just "fits" right now..
If you spot an odd looking individual on your tv this weekend- it would be me, I'll be the Au Naturale Wrinkled One. No ironing.(unless I can convince my mom to do some of it)
Next up: Jamestown '07.
(400th Anniversary Weekend)
Saturday, May 05, 2007
A Series of Unfortunate Events
Wednesday night, 8 pm. Party at my house.
All the cool kids were there.
My parents.
My oldest brother.
The rescue squad.
The fire department.
And various neighbors, trying unsuccessfully NOT to gawk out their windows.
And so, apperently, was I (though the entire thing is somewhat of a blur).
No- I wasn't low. Far from it. I'd been a rocksolid 130-170 for a full 5 hours. My D, was behaving amicably. No suppertime bolus hanging 'round, my basal ran 0.3 units/hour.(hardly major insulin reaction material)
One minute, I was ironing, the next, I was doing a carpet burn 5 feet away. Electricity coursed through my body, and I briefly passed out. When I came too,my heart was beating funkily + I was shaking like I was having El Majoro insulin reaction. I knew I'd better get to the phone before I passed out for real so I went to the living room, grabbed my cellphone, called my mom, checked my blood sugar(170- no surprise there) and she called 911 as I wasn't thinking too clearly by then.
My dad and brother arrived first, minutes later the rescue squad/fire department/my mom/ landlady's daughter.
Blood pressure was high- pulse very high and the squad wanted me to go in but I decided to wait it out, see if it got any worse. The primary reason for this didn't involve any great bravery on my part, its more like when your family is standing around with disapproval written all over their faces (like, its just a shock, get over it already) -short of unconsciousness, there's no way you can agree to go in. You'd much rather be dead, then hear the resulting dialogue from making a decision like that.
Seriously. Not that they don't care, they just think its overkill. And while the squad is doing their utmost to convince you that you should go in, you know that you shouldn't/can't + the reason for this, you can't really
communicate that to the medic,you can'b be honest. Sometimes family,isn't
a great asset in such a situation.
My dad took the iron(to have it checked out), it was a new one(not like I was standing in a puddle of water to invoke all that). And my mom stayed a few hours, till I felt somewhat human again, less shaky/dizzy enough to crawl back to bed.
Something that could have happened to anyone, but it'll be chalked up in the "Diabetic Girl going into Coma" book by certain neighbors.
I was going to call my doctor about it Thursday, to get checked out but my cellphone has died(completely), for good. Had a battery replaced 2 days ago and they said it'd gotten wet and if the replacement didn't work it wouldn't work. So I'll have to get a new phone. And if my mom/anyone else calls to check up on me, well, I won't be able to answer them. I will have to borrow someone's phone, in the meantime.
Thursday's dinner was awesome- as we dined on prime rib, baked potatos, brocculi goulash, steamed shrimp, salad, rolls, and strawberry shortcake. It was the One Million Safe Hours (worked, w/o any lost time) dinner, which they'd promised to us a month ago. To top it off, the coffee machines were on free vending and we got these interesting weird little cooler/chairs marking this momentous event. Sort of useless (when you sit on them, they collapse)- but something else to add to the yard sale pile. The rest of the prime rib/shrimp were given to the supivisors to take home, which didn't cause a great deal of wonderful feelings for those of us on the floor. Supivisors get all the good breaks.
Now I have a cold. 2nd one in a month- didn't have a single one all winter, and now that its spring they just keep crankin' on out! Between that and the residual effects of being shocked,I feel a little loopy this weekend. Not so sure it didn't rewire something in there.I will be calling the doctor on Monday.
Be sure to check out Diabetestalkfests poem contest-and to vote for the best...(next month).
All the cool kids were there.
My parents.
My oldest brother.
The rescue squad.
The fire department.
And various neighbors, trying unsuccessfully NOT to gawk out their windows.
And so, apperently, was I (though the entire thing is somewhat of a blur).
No- I wasn't low. Far from it. I'd been a rocksolid 130-170 for a full 5 hours. My D, was behaving amicably. No suppertime bolus hanging 'round, my basal ran 0.3 units/hour.(hardly major insulin reaction material)
One minute, I was ironing, the next, I was doing a carpet burn 5 feet away. Electricity coursed through my body, and I briefly passed out. When I came too,my heart was beating funkily + I was shaking like I was having El Majoro insulin reaction. I knew I'd better get to the phone before I passed out for real so I went to the living room, grabbed my cellphone, called my mom, checked my blood sugar(170- no surprise there) and she called 911 as I wasn't thinking too clearly by then.
My dad and brother arrived first, minutes later the rescue squad/fire department/my mom/ landlady's daughter.
Blood pressure was high- pulse very high and the squad wanted me to go in but I decided to wait it out, see if it got any worse. The primary reason for this didn't involve any great bravery on my part, its more like when your family is standing around with disapproval written all over their faces (like, its just a shock, get over it already) -short of unconsciousness, there's no way you can agree to go in. You'd much rather be dead, then hear the resulting dialogue from making a decision like that.
Seriously. Not that they don't care, they just think its overkill. And while the squad is doing their utmost to convince you that you should go in, you know that you shouldn't/can't + the reason for this, you can't really
communicate that to the medic,you can'b be honest. Sometimes family,isn't
a great asset in such a situation.
My dad took the iron(to have it checked out), it was a new one(not like I was standing in a puddle of water to invoke all that). And my mom stayed a few hours, till I felt somewhat human again, less shaky/dizzy enough to crawl back to bed.
Something that could have happened to anyone, but it'll be chalked up in the "Diabetic Girl going into Coma" book by certain neighbors.
I was going to call my doctor about it Thursday, to get checked out but my cellphone has died(completely), for good. Had a battery replaced 2 days ago and they said it'd gotten wet and if the replacement didn't work it wouldn't work. So I'll have to get a new phone. And if my mom/anyone else calls to check up on me, well, I won't be able to answer them. I will have to borrow someone's phone, in the meantime.
Thursday's dinner was awesome- as we dined on prime rib, baked potatos, brocculi goulash, steamed shrimp, salad, rolls, and strawberry shortcake. It was the One Million Safe Hours (worked, w/o any lost time) dinner, which they'd promised to us a month ago. To top it off, the coffee machines were on free vending and we got these interesting weird little cooler/chairs marking this momentous event. Sort of useless (when you sit on them, they collapse)- but something else to add to the yard sale pile. The rest of the prime rib/shrimp were given to the supivisors to take home, which didn't cause a great deal of wonderful feelings for those of us on the floor. Supivisors get all the good breaks.
Now I have a cold. 2nd one in a month- didn't have a single one all winter, and now that its spring they just keep crankin' on out! Between that and the residual effects of being shocked,I feel a little loopy this weekend. Not so sure it didn't rewire something in there.I will be calling the doctor on Monday.
Be sure to check out Diabetestalkfests poem contest-and to vote for the best...(next month).
Monday, April 30, 2007
Dreamcatcher
Seconds tick, and the latest REM cycle begins, peaks, and dies, in the blink of an eye.It creeps into the dream subtly,stealthily, this overwhelming urge. Not the usual food gorging, because that would signify
an impending reaction and the body's subsequent automatic kick-in, pulling one quickly back into the familiar safety of the real world. The brain knows when it needs sugar.
No, this urge is too slight to be noticed at first, especially if you're engrossed in your one humdinger of a dream. But like a hangnail, it grows on you and soon the dream has been overrun by this one thing. And then it hits you-crap, it isn't normal to be drinking so much fluid! and I'm not even full. So thirsty. A familiar thirst, and yet you can't quite place it.
(the fact that you've got diabetes and might be insanely high never occurs to you)
Like most horrible dreams, it goes on and on and on and on until you finally wake up, still thirsty + knowing full well what that probably means.
536 mg/dl.
(don't worry,this DIDN'T happen last night. I'm over it.)
Its odd how this stuff can creep into our dreams, but I wonder why the body doesn't wake up so much for highs. It certainly needs to. And how high do you need to be before it affects the dream? I don't dream about highs, when I'm in the 200's. One of those times I wish I had a CGMS.
Highs...just encourage that urge to sleep.
I must be a dreamcatcher- I dream about everything.
(I've also had some real humdinger of diabetes dreams, everything from being hounded by Secret Service Endos to being diabetic in an 1942 German concentration camp but that's a subject for another day) I don't mind dreaming about diabetes, as long as I'm not high or low. It can be quite interesting.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Pumpversary '07
I have this hangup about about communicating any sort of diastrous news.Especially not to my landlady. Stuff happens, but I don't want to tempt the fates(the housing situation around here is very tight).
Sunday night, went to bed around 8:30 + woke up at 11:30 for the final half hour bid countdown on a hot item that I really, really wanted. The price was right-and I was drooling in anticipation of sniping several(it was muliple item) in the last frantic minute of bidding. Wouldn't you know, my connection dies at 11:52 PM-and it took 10 minutes to get back to the auction. The cookies(or whatever) on Allison's blog sent my glucose intolerant PC into a Hypersmolar Coma + it froze up right then and there.
By the time I got back, the auction was very much over. Dead. Went back to bed, there goes Monday.
5:30 AM- Wake up-56 mg/dl.
At 6:30 AM, my plumbing system backs up into the shower so I clean up that mess, notify the landlady, call in a personal day + check my blood sugar again(now
265 mg/dl.) Open all the windows, trying to air the place out.
8 AM- Landlady calls, plumbers might or might not get out today. Not the end of the world, there's alternate facility options in town.(restaurunts, showers@ gym)
8:30 AM- 263. Bolus.
9:30 AM- 267. Change set.
10:30 AM- Brush teeth.
3 PM- Dentist appointment.
I arrive early, am duly ushered in, and have plenty of time to chill out on Novocaine while my dentist works wonders on the girl in the other room. Who, from the sound of things, was having a rougher time then I was about to have, being the proud owner of five new cavities, an impending root canal, and the eventual need for caps on every single one of her teeth.
I need to start drinking more water- I have a terrible addiction to soft drinks. That is why I'm in this chair in the first place. Diet Soda isn't as bad as Real Soda-or I'd probably have 5x as many, but the acid isn't good for your teeth.
Check blood sugar, as I want to know precisely what 2 shots of the big N has done to it. And whether it did it immeadietly- or has a strungout effect.(something I've never really been too observent of, in the past, I've just checked post-appointment. And been high.)
265. Of course. Must be all of it at once...Bolus 4 units.
"Ok Heidi," my dentist greets me,"ready to rock?"
"Heck yeah, lets get 'er done."
I don't dread making small talk with the dentist anymore- ever since I discovered that she's human too.And has a mouth full of fillings, despite religiously flossing/brushing/doing everything right.
Some people are just genetically wired to get them, according to her + now I don't feel quite as guilty.
And now I know why people become dentists in the first place, so they'll be able to pay for all the dental work they have to have done on themselves. It makes them more compassionate, I think, to know what their patients are going through.
One filling clamped, wired, and filed down. One cavity drilled + filled.
Post appointment blood sugar- 85. Darn, now I gotta drink something. Last time I tried that, I dribbled (like a two year old) red juice all over my shirt + had to cut the basal down and just ride it out. Novocaine is so interesting. But its not so bad today, as only one side of my mouth is still numb. Drink water, to try and reduce the effect of new sugary microbes on a spanking brand new filling. I don't like diabetes, and neither do my teeth.
Get home, and the plumbing is fixed(Yay!) despite the dire warnings of my landlady about what they had to do the last time this happened. (total pipe replacements) It appears Charmin toilet paper is the plumber's worst enemy when it comes to evil blockages, and I shouldn't use Charmin any more. Man. I don't even pay attention to what brand I get, I get whatevers the cheapest. Ok-I promise not to use Charmin, ever. As long as stuff goes (and stays) down the right pipes.
Gym workout. Blessed with a gorgous run of 100-130 blood sugars for the rest of the evening. You mean, I can actually do things right on occasion?!? that's surprising. Kind of like that first night pumping..all those years ago. Still no upgrade pump in my possession, but it will be soon, soon as I watch all that training stuff. Just got the email from Deltec.
Sunday night, went to bed around 8:30 + woke up at 11:30 for the final half hour bid countdown on a hot item that I really, really wanted. The price was right-and I was drooling in anticipation of sniping several(it was muliple item) in the last frantic minute of bidding. Wouldn't you know, my connection dies at 11:52 PM-and it took 10 minutes to get back to the auction. The cookies(or whatever) on Allison's blog sent my glucose intolerant PC into a Hypersmolar Coma + it froze up right then and there.
By the time I got back, the auction was very much over. Dead. Went back to bed, there goes Monday.
5:30 AM- Wake up-56 mg/dl.
At 6:30 AM, my plumbing system backs up into the shower so I clean up that mess, notify the landlady, call in a personal day + check my blood sugar again(now
265 mg/dl.) Open all the windows, trying to air the place out.
8 AM- Landlady calls, plumbers might or might not get out today. Not the end of the world, there's alternate facility options in town.(restaurunts, showers@ gym)
8:30 AM- 263. Bolus.
9:30 AM- 267. Change set.
10:30 AM- Brush teeth.
3 PM- Dentist appointment.
I arrive early, am duly ushered in, and have plenty of time to chill out on Novocaine while my dentist works wonders on the girl in the other room. Who, from the sound of things, was having a rougher time then I was about to have, being the proud owner of five new cavities, an impending root canal, and the eventual need for caps on every single one of her teeth.
I need to start drinking more water- I have a terrible addiction to soft drinks. That is why I'm in this chair in the first place. Diet Soda isn't as bad as Real Soda-or I'd probably have 5x as many, but the acid isn't good for your teeth.
Check blood sugar, as I want to know precisely what 2 shots of the big N has done to it. And whether it did it immeadietly- or has a strungout effect.(something I've never really been too observent of, in the past, I've just checked post-appointment. And been high.)
265. Of course. Must be all of it at once...Bolus 4 units.
"Ok Heidi," my dentist greets me,"ready to rock?"
"Heck yeah, lets get 'er done."
I don't dread making small talk with the dentist anymore- ever since I discovered that she's human too.And has a mouth full of fillings, despite religiously flossing/brushing/doing everything right.
Some people are just genetically wired to get them, according to her + now I don't feel quite as guilty.
And now I know why people become dentists in the first place, so they'll be able to pay for all the dental work they have to have done on themselves. It makes them more compassionate, I think, to know what their patients are going through.
One filling clamped, wired, and filed down. One cavity drilled + filled.
Post appointment blood sugar- 85. Darn, now I gotta drink something. Last time I tried that, I dribbled (like a two year old) red juice all over my shirt + had to cut the basal down and just ride it out. Novocaine is so interesting. But its not so bad today, as only one side of my mouth is still numb. Drink water, to try and reduce the effect of new sugary microbes on a spanking brand new filling. I don't like diabetes, and neither do my teeth.
Get home, and the plumbing is fixed(Yay!) despite the dire warnings of my landlady about what they had to do the last time this happened. (total pipe replacements) It appears Charmin toilet paper is the plumber's worst enemy when it comes to evil blockages, and I shouldn't use Charmin any more. Man. I don't even pay attention to what brand I get, I get whatevers the cheapest. Ok-I promise not to use Charmin, ever. As long as stuff goes (and stays) down the right pipes.
Gym workout. Blessed with a gorgous run of 100-130 blood sugars for the rest of the evening. You mean, I can actually do things right on occasion?!? that's surprising. Kind of like that first night pumping..all those years ago. Still no upgrade pump in my possession, but it will be soon, soon as I watch all that training stuff. Just got the email from Deltec.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
New Toys
What happened last Monday devestated lives.
Individuals,families, institutions, a nation.
People came together, because in times like these,
you have to. You need support, and you need to carry
on.No one can deny that it happened, the evidence is
all too real.
What happened last Tuesday only impacted one life.
Mine.
And I can't talk about it, not even on my blog because
the denial is all too strong. I'm stuck on stage #1.
Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
I don't know about others, but being diagnosed with
diabetes wasn't like that at all. I knew I had
something, and was frankly relieved that it wasn't
cancer or anything worse.Acceptance of diabetes was easy. My d-life
struggles, revolve around stage #2 and #4. Although I
suppose denial, can refer to more then just a
diagnosis, it can refer to practically anything about
diabetes. (stuff to do, complications,etc.)
When I get over the denial, I'll talk about it. Probably
too much- especially in the anger phase. I know you guys
have probably gone through this(in some degree) so you know what its
like. It takes time.Right
now though, I'd rather talk about happier subjects, like the three newest toys in my life.
(grown-ups like toys too..)
This is toy #1
(tis the season...for a brand new mower!)
Toy #2
(having been ipod-less since early March, I hardly know how to act...I love Apple customer service!)
Toy #3
(my new automatic wrist blood pressure thingie. I hate to admit it,but its sort of cool)
Individuals,families, institutions, a nation.
People came together, because in times like these,
you have to. You need support, and you need to carry
on.No one can deny that it happened, the evidence is
all too real.
What happened last Tuesday only impacted one life.
Mine.
And I can't talk about it, not even on my blog because
the denial is all too strong. I'm stuck on stage #1.
Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
I don't know about others, but being diagnosed with
diabetes wasn't like that at all. I knew I had
something, and was frankly relieved that it wasn't
cancer or anything worse.Acceptance of diabetes was easy. My d-life
struggles, revolve around stage #2 and #4. Although I
suppose denial, can refer to more then just a
diagnosis, it can refer to practically anything about
diabetes. (stuff to do, complications,etc.)
When I get over the denial, I'll talk about it. Probably
too much- especially in the anger phase. I know you guys
have probably gone through this(in some degree) so you know what its
like. It takes time.Right
now though, I'd rather talk about happier subjects, like the three newest toys in my life.
(grown-ups like toys too..)
This is toy #1
(tis the season...for a brand new mower!)
Toy #2
(having been ipod-less since early March, I hardly know how to act...I love Apple customer service!)
Toy #3
(my new automatic wrist blood pressure thingie. I hate to admit it,but its sort of cool)
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