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Showing posts with label type 2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label type 2. Show all posts

Monday, July 14, 2014

Stop The #Dstigma & Run With The Diabetes Advocacy

There’s been a lot of talk about the stigma associated with diabetes as of late, a.k.a. #dstigma. On June 15th there was a PFDC, Johnson & Johnson twitter chat moderated by #DSMA discussing DStigma at this year's ADA that addressed the subject head on. 
Diatribe put together a great Storyify re: the #dstigma panel discussion they participated/presented on last week at FFL & why we need to discuss it.
I was helping in another FFL session so I missed this & I'm so grateful that Diatribe storified the session!
And #dstigma was brought up multiple times in regards to #DiabetesAdvocacy last week during Diabetes Hands Foundation's #MasterLab at #CWDFFL14.
Speaking of #Masterlab - Diatribe breaks down the #Masterlab via Storify, HERE.  
And Kim has a great #Masterlab debrief today over at and so does Sue over @ Diabetes Ramblings ~
And the following is my 2 cents on the subject~
I Googled the word “stigma, and this was the first thing that came up: 
Sound familiar?
Add a “d” or the word diabetes in front of the word 'stigma' to the definitions above & you’ve got #Dstigma. 

Look, none of us should feel shame because we have diabetes - but we do. 

All of us living with diabetes and regardless of the type, shouldn't feel disgraced because we bear the scarlet letter, D. But we do. 

None of us should feel that we’ve dishonored ourselves or our families - but we do. 

No PWD should feel Ignominy & opprobrium (OK, I’ll admit that I had to look both of those words up), but we do. Ignominy means public shame or disgrace & opprobrium means  harsh criticism or centure. Sound familiar? It should because I know that we’ve all felt shame, discraced or centured  - A.K.A.: Why are you checking your blood sugar in public?!” 
All you need to do take a look at how diabetes is presented in the media 90% of the time and you’ll feel shame and disgrace - Not to mention anger. 

And none of us should feel like we've we’ve failed because our pancreases and metabolisms have - But we absolutely do.
 And none of us should feel humiliated by our diabetes and what our diabetes requires us to do - but there are moments when we've all felt that.

How many times have we said “I’m sorry” to the people we love because our diabetes is behaving badly - even when we do everything right? 
And how crappy does always feeling like we have to apologize for our diabetes feel? 

The diabetes guilt and the #Dstigma it causes is an anchor around all of our necks, one that many of us have become so accustomed to wearing that we actually forget it’s there - But it drags us down none the less.  
And even if you’re not familiar with mythology, each of us can relate to Atlas, the man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders for eternity, because we continually carry the weight of diabetes on our shoulders for what seems like an eternity. 
We perpetually find ourselves playing the role of  defense with diabetes and #dstigma - And it wears us down and beats us up on a daily basis - If we let it. 
There’s dstigma within our own community - the us verses them when it comes to type 1 verses type 2 and acknowledging that LADA 1.5’s exist. 

Here’s the thing: Every single person living with diabetes  or loving and or caring for a person with diabetes is part of the same Diabetes Family Tree, no matter the type. 
Regardless of the type, we are all part of the same D Tree - Just difference branches. 
And if we’re going advocate for diabetes and elevate #dstigma  successfully, then we must stop with the #dstigma within our own community. 

We need to unify and act as one community. 

We must work together and use our powers collectively as Diabetes Advocates to create real change on all levels re: the public, private and governments perceptions of diabetes and what living with diabetes entails.  
Lastly, if you want to stop #dstigma, educate others and advocate for real change,  
then embrace the KISS of Diabetes Advocacy , a'la Christel!
ALSO: #RockOn

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Free Write: Friends For Life 2014

So much happened during this year's Children with Diabetes Friends For Life 2014 Conference, aka FFL, that I could write a book - Seriously, 6 days and damn near 24X7 of learning, laughter, self realization and understanding about life and life with diabetes  - And  for the past couple days I've been plagued with the question: Where the hell do I start? 
Starting at the very beginning is of course a very fine place to start - But then the post would have gone off in a Maria Von Trapp twist& that's not the direction I was aiming for - And Lord knows how much I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE me some  "Sound Of Music!" 
Instead I, decided to start by setting my kitchen timer. I set if for 20 minute and did a FFL free write - And here’s what I came up with. 

Ironicial: It’ s funny how life works. Every single time I attend FFL I come home with no voice and spend the next week sounding like a frog - Which is indeed ironical because every single time I attend a Children with Diabetes Friends For Life  - I find my voice I'm inspired by thousands of others. 
There’s so much that hits me like a ton of bricks before, during and after I attend FFL that it’s hard to articulate - literally and figuratively  and that there’s a magic that is given from the wearing of the green and orange bracelets that is indescribable unless you're actually wearing one. It’s a feeling of home, of being and continually becoming - Feelings I love, need and require. 
Feelings and emotions of being better understood and being able to better understand what life and life with diabetes is and how to deal with it. And not just in my life because it’s not just about me, but in every single person who deals with diabetes. 
I was reminded how diabetes affects me even when I’m not thinking about it - And that others feel the same way.
That I’m not crazy or alone for feeling overwhelmed with my diabetes life sometimes  - That  it’s OK. 
That I'm strong even when I falter- So are you. And the people we love are strong, even when they falter -- And no one is perfect.

FFL is amazing, exhausting and exhilarating all rolled into one and for the third year in a row I’ve come home sans my physical voice while having reignited my diabetes voice.
Some sessions had me crying from the realizations of my life... and my life with diabetes.  And some things were shared in those sessions that I’ve never shared with anyone.
What bubbled up to the surface was freeing and it shed light on some stuff, but it rocked me. 
But I could share freely because I was in a place of trust, love, safe and understanding was huge. So to those of you in the room - Thank you and I love you  - let's ALL get back on that elevator! ;) 

The Master Lab: An advocacy boot camp that left me feeling that I must do more in reinforced the fact that regardless of the diabetes type, we are all part of the same diabetes family tree - just different branches. 
A single branch breaks more easily and is helpless in a storm, but surrounded by other branches it bends and  is able to change and move with the flow and regardless of the elements - Damn right I’m for that! 

There were many moments during FFL that had me laughing until I was literally crying and just thinking of those moments brings a smile to my face and brings me to better whenever I think of them. 

Moments where I was mothered and I can’t even begin to pontificate on how much I need and miss that - And how appreciative I am for all my Dmamas and D friends who are and for those who aren’t mothers (and who are chock full of maternal) and who mothered me none the less - more on that later. 
And as a woman sans children FFL always gives me the opportunity to mother and mentor and that makes my heart so damn happy. 

Beautiful moments of FINALLY meeting people I consider friends but have never met in real life - EFFING AMAZING. 

Moments where I met new friends and was like: How come we are just meeting now?? 

There’s something incredible and damn special about spending 6 days with people, be it in sessions, at the Starbucks, at dinner, the pool or in the lobby that spoke the language of diabetes in all dialects but with not need for translation. 
It was and will always be a homecoming - A place to hang my hat, to love and be loved and place to continue becoming - And I am grateful - And stronger because of the people that make up FFL. 
And then the timer went BUZZZZZZ and I had to stop writing.
More FFL posts to follow :) 

Thursday, June 26, 2014

A Streak of Morning High Blood Sugars - I DON"T GET IT.

Every morning since Monday I've woken up with a high blood sugar and I have no clue as to why. 
It's weird, it's annoying and honestly, I JUST DON'T GET IT.
I've switched infusion sites, done correction boluses and still, I wake up with a blood sugar in the mid to high two hundreds. 

I don't like starting my day with a high blood sugar (or a low blood sugar for that matter,) it pisses me off. 
And don't even get me started on the whole "It feels like I'm walking through JELLO because I woke up with a high blood sugar," thing.
I've been plowing through the week at gangbusters speed and I haven't let it affect my work.  
Because that's what PWDs do. We plough through the muck and shitstorm of curve balls that diabetes throws our way because we must. Sometimes we knock them out of the park, other times they stick around and taunt us from the sidelines. 
And by lunchtime my blood sugars are back to normal, and by the end of the work day my blood sugars are downright text book, but I'm left feeling zonked.
At first I thought it was just a string of bitchy blood sugars - We've all dealt with diabetes being bitchy.... but now I think it's more  - As in: Time to change my overnight basal rates. 

My questions to you guys: 

1. Can ones basal rate requirements change in the blink of an eye and out of the blue sans pregnancy or puberty?  
And YES, I totally know that basal rates change - I get that - But this just seems freaking weird.

2. Have any of you out in the D blogosphere noticed a daily and or nightly trend in either direction re: your blood sugars that seemed to come out of nowhere - And did the trend stick? 


Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Of Kidlets; Insulin Pumps, Diabetes, Broken Bellies, & A Pigeon Who Wants To Drive A Bus~

Recently I taught “A Creative Play & Learning” class at a local Art Center.
I teach the class every few months and I enjoy working with and learning from the children. The 4 and 5 year olds in my last class were not only funny and smart - But unbeknownst to me, some of them “got” living with diabetes & were more than willing to share!
I tested my blood sugar by the Art Room sink and on the sly & was less than pleased with the number on the screen. I rinsed off my hands, gave myself a correction bolus and grabbed the ever popular “Don’t Let The Pigeon Drive The Bus,” book and went back to the table where a gaggle of 4 and 5 year olds were finishing up decorating the masks they’d just cut out of construction paper. 
Me: All right guys lets get ready for a story. 
Collectively the kids said OK and then “Smiles” ( not really his name, but it should be because he’s always smiling,) pointed to my pump tubing and said: Hey, what’s that?
I lifted up the corner of my shirt so that my insulin pump peaked out from my hip and said: Oh, that’s my insulin pump. I have something called diabetes, which basically means my belly’s broken and I can’t turn my food into energy - So this thingy gives me medicine that turns food into energy for me. 
Smiles: My dad wears one too! 
Me: That’s awesome! What color? 
Smiles: His is black & his stomach is broken from diabetes too!
Smiles: YES WAY! 
Giggle Girl: My grandma’s belly is broken too! And you know what? She tests her blood with a little poker and a machine and one time her blood got way too low and she passed out and hit her head on the concrete. But she’s OK now. Butyouknowwhat? I’m not brave enough to poke my finger with a poker and get blood and If I ever had to I’d be really scared. Do you poke your finger for blood? 
Me: I do and I just did.
Giggle Girl: How’d I miss that? 
Me: I’m quick like that.
Giggle Girl: How was it? 
Me: It was OK. 
Giggle Girl: That’s good - I’m done coloring with the purple crayon. 
Me: Glad to hear it. Now, who’s ready to read about about a crazy pigeon who wants to drive a bus??? 
Everyone shot their hands up in the air and yelled: ME!!!!!! 

SO that's exactly what we did - And a wonderful time was had by all~
SPOILER: The pigeon was very persistent, but he never did get to drive that bus ! 

Thursday, June 19, 2014

#tbt: Dear Children & Teens With Diabetes

Today's #tbt post was written back on October 13th, 2009 and I thought about it today for several reasons:
1. Children and teens with diabetes are down right amazing, as are their parents
2.The Children With Diabetes Friends For Life Conference in Orlando is less than 2 weeks and I can't wait! 
3. Sometimes, regardless of whether we are a child, teen or adult with diabetes - or a parent of one and or all of the above, we need to be reminded how wonderful and magnificent we truly are~
Dear Children and Teens with Diabetes:
I know you're smart and a digital native, and I know you know almost everything, but please hear me out.
I’m an adult (which freaks me out to write, let alone say) with t1 diabetes and I was once in your shoes.
Being a child with diabetes has its challenges, and some days it sucks- I get that - And I’ve experienced those days -still do in fact.
Diabetes is a lot to handle for an adult, not to mention a kid or a teen, but you're doing a great job!
I know that shots can be scary, annoying and painful, and I know that pumps have their own set of challenges, like infusion site changes, doorknobs and deadspots.
Your bravery is AWESOME.
I know you want to be like your friends, and eat whatever and whenever you want.
And that’s not always possible when your blood sugar is high or the food isn’t gluten free.
I know testing your blood makes the tips of your fingers sore and freckly, and the more tests you take, the more rough and callused your fingers become.
Diabetes doesn’t change the fact that you’re a kid, you just
come with a different set of instructions than most of your friends.
Fitting in, regardless of the age or circumstances, can be challenging at times. 
All of us- Diabetes or not, have qualities that make us stand out.
Embrace what makes you special and run with it!
You’ll be surprised how others will follow your lead.
And the ones who don’t respect you and your diabetes- have other issues (most likely at home,) that don’t involve you and D at all. Trust me on this fact!
Ignore what they say and focus on your real friends.
Diabetes will help you in other ways you never imagined or even thought possible.
Your diabetes will help you see who your real friends are.
Diabetes will help you see who your real friends are not.
Diabetes will allow you to develop something called empathy.
Now keep in mind, almost every one has empathy- or the ability to put themselves in other peoples shoes- but not everyone pays attention to their empathy gene.
Without a developed sense of empathy- humans become selfish and uncaring towards others thoughts and feelings. That will never happen to you.
Diabetes has given you a unique perspective at quite a young age. You know what it’s like to have a bad Diabetes day because of high or low numbers.
You, as a person with Diabetes have the second sight to see when others struggle, and know how to be a good friend to anyone who needs one. Seriously- that’s a cool gift!
Diabetes will allow you to recognize when your high or low – sometimes-even before you test.
Teenagers, this part of the letter is directed mainly at you.
Look, I know that you know everything- I do - I KNOW THAT.
But please give your parents some street cred when it comes to your Diabetes care.
If you want more independence regarding your Diabetes (which I think you should have- to a point) show your folks that your actually capable of taking care of yourself & diabetes.
Your diabetes isn’t going anywhere whether you choose to work with it or against it.
So TAKE OWNERSHIP of your Diabetes. Show your parents that your serious about managing your Diabetes and work with them.
Do this by testing your blood sugars 9 to 15 times a day, (OK, try shooting for 8 times a day)  and write them down in a log book. OK, I'm terrible at that, how about looking into a phone app for logging blood sugars - Heck, you're on your phone all the time anyway so why not? 
 Keep in mind that testing 8 times a day only turns out to be 40 seconds a day, 9 times a day is 45 seconds a day and 15 times a day is only 75 seconds. 
I KNOW you have an extra 40 to 75 seconds a day between texting, wii, texting,school, texting, work, texting, Starbucks, and texting.
Back in the Diabetes Darkages, when I started testing my bloodsugars, my parents wanted me to lug THIS around in my knapsack-

And this is the box it came it!
And it took 2 minutes to tell me what my blood sugar was.
Back in the day, there was no such thing as counting carbs and ALL the "good" foods were off limits.
So take advantage of the fact that carb counting is key and nothing is off limits and bolus correctly (give your best shot and if you're wrong, that's what a correction bolus is for) for carbs.
And then test your glucose later to see if you reached Blood Sugar Nirvana.
Carry food with you- ALWAYS. It’s your responsibility- no one else’s.
Also: I know for fact that Glucose Tabs and fruit rollups can be discreetly carried- even in the tightest of jeans.
Take a moment and dust off your empathy tool (which tends to get rusty during the teen years,) and put yourself in your parents shoes every now and then.
I don’t know if you're aware of this, but when you were diagnosed, not only was your world turned upside down, but so was your parents.
And if you were diagnosed as a child- they’ve spent years working 24X7 to make sure you're healthy - Living with diabetes is hard for them, too. 
And I totally get and can relate to wanting more Diabetes freedom- And freedom in general, so show them that you have a handle on you deserve it!
Here's the thing: Parents will always be PARENTS- there's no changing that. They will worry about you even when you're well over 30 and working a real job and living on your own- And you will miss them terribly when they are no longer here to worry about you. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.
One more thing, THANK your parents every now and then for all they’ve done (and vice versa parents,) because someday,when you're healthy, living on your own and living the life you want, you’ll realize everything they’ve done was because they LOVE you.
Kelly Kunik

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Diabetes At The Car Dealership~

I sat there and tested my blood sugar twice - 90 and 74, but I knew I was lower. 
Much lower. Like “shaky hands” type of low.  

I’d already downed my last 5 glucose tabs and quickly unwrapped the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups I'd just purchased from a vending machine. I popped the first and then the second peanut butter cup  in my mouth in quick succession, sat back in my seat and reminded myself that:
1. I had also purchased a snack pack of NutterButter's from said vending machine - Just in case 
2.  I should relax and breathe breathing deep. 
I always feel vulnerable when I get a low blood sugar, especially alone, be it in public or private. 

Are you having that shaky feeling?” Said the woman sitting across from me.
Me: Yes, I am. 
Lady: I hate that feeling.
Me: Me, too. 
Lady: I’m type 2 and on Victoza - T2 runs in my family. 
Me: I’m t1 and that runs in my family. I’m on an insulin pump.
Lady: My dad ended up on insulin, my sister has t2 as well. You’re on an insulin pump.
OK,  so does that mean you were diagnosed when you were little? 
I hate diabetes. I hate that everybody judges me for having T2. All the magazines and news people say”Just cut back on sugary foods and drop the weight and you’ll be fine. I’m not overweight and I don’t eat much sugar. 
Me: My sisters have t1, too - So did my dad. And yes, I was 8 when I was diagnosed.  
It drives me crazy when the media blames the people with diabetes for their diabetes. 
It drives me crazy when anyone does. Correct them, tell them it’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong. Obviously, there’s huge genetics coming into play.

Lady: I know, but as soon as people find out I have t2, everyone thinks it’s my fault. 

And in that very second I wanted to get up hug her, but I was still feeling a bit wobbly
Unfortunately, I’d been at the car dealership for 2.5  hours (more on that in another post,) and my insurance company was taking forever to fax the 'proof of insurance coverage’ paperwork back to the dealership. 
I was trying to stay calm, but I was mad at myself for switching handbags and not bringing enough to eat.  Total rookie move on my part - As was forgetting my E-Z Pass for the ride home. 

But back to the lady with t2. She started talking about her Honda and I smiled politely as I waited for the low feeling to go away. 

I felt better and was just about to jump in the conversation full swing when my Sales Rep found me and told me that my paperwork had come through. 
I thanked him, got up and went over to the lady and said: Good luck with your car. 
Lady: You, too - Enjoy your new wheels!
Me: Here’s my card, email me if you want. There’s a lot of people online with diabetes - And we help one another - It’s called the Diabetes Online Community and I can send you some great blog/community links. You’re not the only one  - There’s a whole bunch of us out there. And keep up the good work - You’re doing a great job!
Lady: Thanks, I will. I’m really glad we started talking. 
Me: Yep, me too. 

And then it was time to drive my new -to-me car home the 20 miles home. 
I tested my blood sugar before I put the key in the ignition and was 146. 

I felt good and slightly nervous, but I felt good. 
A new car and a new chapter in my life. 

And a Diabetes In the Wild encounter when I was feeling at my most vulnerable & alone. 

Yep, it was good day, indeed!

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Of Type #3 Friends And A Diabetes Game Plan Re: Extreme Low & High Blood Sugars

My friends know I have type 1 diabetes & they've always been both proactive and interested in what they can do re: my diabetes. They understand the difference and causes of both a low and a high blood sugar & they've been with me during both.  
Still, sometimes I forget that my diabetes isn't just about me. 
I forget that my friend(s) worry about their FWD (friend with Diabetes) and they want to help and be there for me. 
In order to do that, it's crucial to have a D game plan in place in the event I was actually unable to tell them what to do. 
I hope to God it never comes to that - And so do they. 
 But with that being said, we still need to have a game plan - And so do you~  

Over the holiday weekend, my friend (who, for the rest of this post shall be referred to as T,) and I went out to get our first official cone of the summer. 
There's something about a small vanilla soft-serve ice-cream served in a plain cone the does for it me. I love how sweet it tastes and I love how the plain cone eventually gets drenched with the vanilla in every crevice and fiber of the cone  - Seriously, I could wax poetic about soft-serve vanilla on a plain cone for hours - But I digress & back to the story.

T and I battled the tourists and took our cones outside to sit at one of the tables outside the ice cream shop and caught up on life.

I forget exactly what we were talking about when all of sudden T said: 
What should I do if you were to pass out right now - besides of course calling 9-1-1? 
And how would I know if it was due to a low or a high blood sugar? 
I mean should I test your blood sugar while you're passed out?  I know how to do that because I did that for my mom.
And if it was because of a low, should I put that gel/icing stuff in your mouth - I could keep some in my car.
Seriously Kel, I need to know what to do. 

And in that second I was reminded that my diabetes affects my friends and family - That they worry more than I realize - Even when I think I’m not giving them a reason to.
My diabetes, good or bad, isn't just about me. 
And I felt both grateful and guilty all rolled into one. 
Grateful because I had friends who cared about me and wanted to be there if I needed help - As well as when I don’t. 

And guilty because they worried. 

So then I was like: 
Re:passing out due to a high blood sugar/ DKA, I'd like to think if I was to pass out of because of DKA, I’d be symptomatic  before hand. 
Symptoms like fruity breath, nausea, thirst, ketones elevated blood sugars.  
I  hope it wouldn't just appear out of the blueI mean that’s how it happened back in college when I had the flu & DKA  and I had to be admitted. 
Buuut, with that being said; if my pump tubing got disconnected and I didn't  realize that it was disconnected, DKA could happen out of the blue, like in a few hours. 

Also, re: DKA,  I'm afraid of anyone but an EMT messing with administering insulin to me, unless they know and understand insulin dosing. JUST PLEASE CALL 9-1-1.

T: I didn't know that about the pump & I remember when you had DKA in college. 

Of course she remembered it. 

T, her twin sister U, and I had been friends since the first day of freshman year at college. We'd had our typical college escapades, but they’d also helped me with my sister Debbie and they’d both come to visit me in the hospital when I was admitted with the flu and DKA our Jr. year. 
I was in intensive care and it must have been incredibly scary for them to see me all hooked up to IV's. 
Their mother had been diagnosed with type 2 in her 60’s, so they experienced life with diabetes - mine and their mom's - And it impacted them. They knew a lot more about D than most people who don't have diabetes. 

T and her sister were very versed in my telltale low blood sugar phrase of “I have to eat now,” and never questioned it. And sometimes when I didn't have to eat ASAP, they still got all Jersey with the wait staff. 

T & I discussed the possibility of passing out from low blood sugar and glucagon, which we'd never actually talked about in detail. 

I explained that even if I needed glucagon: 

A. I’d have to have the glucagon with memon my person
B. My friends would actually have to know how to prepare and administer glucagon for it actually work.

Me: Bottom line you need to call 911, ASAP! 
And if I'm passed out cold, please don't put anything in my mouth - I'm afraid of my airways being blocked and the possibility of chocking. CALL 9-1-1, ASAP and PLEASE make sure I’m breathing. And read this, this and this.

And then T said: Get your glucagon RX filled and invite all your friends over for cocktails and show us how to set it up use it!

And once again I reminded of my lucky duck, status..... And our conversation stuck with me all weekend. 

Also: I need to get a CGM .

Bottom Line: Our friends worry about us - even when all is well. And that is a beautiful thing, it really and truly is. 

I understand that nobody likes to talk about the diabetes what if's, including me. But we have to - We have to tell our friends how to handle situations that hopefully will never happen.  

Do you and your friends have a game plan in place if (God forbid,) a low or a high blood sugar renders you unconscious & or unable to fend for yourself and unable to articulate what you need them to do?  

If you don't, you need to make one and have that conversation, ASAP.

For instance, do your friends know the warning signs of DKA?  
And on the opposite end, do your friends know what to do if you should pass out from a low?
Have you discussed glucagon with them and do they know how to use it? 

Have you stressed to your friends (and by "stressing" I mean screaming at the top of your lungs) that that under no circumstances does a low blood sugar require insulin, EVER. 

You need to - Your life depends on it - So does your peace of mind - And just as importantly, their piece of mind~ 

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Diabetes Brain: The Car Prose Edition~

Diabetes Brain  (When you see and or hear something that has nothing to do with diabetes and some how relate it to a thing(s) having to with diabetes,) strikes again!

My mind's crammed with facts, my 'Pages' screen a blank slate 
Notifications keep popping up on my iPad, reminding of important dates. 

Negotiating to buy a car, between conference calls
Dealing with diabetes in the middle of it all. 

Testing and correcting is a never ending loop
As is researching Kelley Blue Book values and counter offers so I don’t get duped. 

A day off from diabetes is just want I need
A day off from diabetes - to get me internal engines revved back up to full speed. 

But diabetes is by my side, regardless of the day
And unlike the car dealer’s final price on the table - I can’t just walk away. 

Diabetes has taught me to research, to differentiate myths verses facts, 
To advocate for myself and speak what’s on mind - 
Not bad advice when your dealing with car dealers “bottom lines."

Monday, May 19, 2014

Diabetes Blog Week Day 7: Favorites - With A Twist~

Diabetes Blog Week 2014 officially ended yesterday and what a crazy & wonderful week it was! But here's the thing: I'm still behind in reading all of the fantastical  #dblogweek posts - So I don't feel right picking day seven's subject matter - favorite things in the form of posts,  (and honestly, picking favorites is really hard to do,) until I've completed the task of reading them all. 
Instead, I'm going to share my favorite parts and feelings of Diabetes Blog Week. 

Diabetes Blog Week takes a series of topics and allows each participant to put their own D spin on them. And as Diabetes Online Community members, we are given the gift of viewing those subjects through hundreds of different voices - And I love the sound of the voices, individually and collectively. 
I love the creative writing challenge, the connections and the different POVs on the same subject matters.
And I absolutely love that because of Diabetes Blog Week, we become inspired by new diabetes blogs and discover wonderful and inspiring things about the people behind the blogs we've already come to know and love. 
And you know that combined feeling of exhaustion and being reignited by the whirling dervish of Diabetes blog Week (plus a few days) of nonstop diabetes blog reading? 

The DOC is an amazing community that is continually growing, evolving and inspiring & Diabetes Blog Week reinforces the gifts of our community in all dimensions. 

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Diabetes Blog Week Day 6: Saturday Snapshots~

Day 6 of Diabetes Blog Week is all about diabetes in pictures. The following pictures reinforce that diabetes is continual, challenging & never-ending balancing act in all dimensions - And even as our diabetes weapons become more technologically advanced.Click HERE for more #dblogweek Saturday Snapshots~
When I snapped this pic it immediately reminded me of what life with diabetes looks like, 24 X7. Not because PWDs go around balancing swords on our heads - Thank God! But because life with diabetes is a constant and often precarious, balancing act in all dimensions. 
And even though we've come left the Diabetes Dark Ages re: advancements in diabetes technology & research, the challenges never cease & we still have a long way to go!

Friday, May 16, 2014

#DblogWeek Day 5: Some Diabetes Life Hacks - Including Chocolate!

Please forgive the layout issues in today's post, Blogger is being really bitchy - It ate half of my post the first 3 times I tried to upload & it refuses to properly format~ 
Day 5 of #DiabetesBlogWeek is all about Diabetes Life Hacks - We all have them and we all use them - Here are a few of mine -  ENJOY and CHEERS!
I like to keep juice boxes in or on my night table for a middle of the night low blood sugars.
I don't like middle of the night low blood sugars, at all - But I digress.

Anyway, over the years I've learned that for those 2 or 3 juice box nights, 
it's most efficient & mentally less taxing for me to use the first juice box straw 
for the second and if needed, third juicebox.

1 straw for 'multiple juice boxes lows' saves me a heck of lot of time. 

Dealing with each individual straw's wrapping is difficult enough when my blood sugar is normal, but it's damn near impossible for me to unwrap one of those suckers when I'm dealingwith a 3 a.m. blood sugar of 49!
Speaking of juice, if I'm home and I a get low blood sugar before bed, I've pre-determined that that: 
4 ounces of juice comes up to the middle of 
little tiny butler dudein this cute coffee cup. 

And if I'm feeling fancy.....

This little aperitif glass hold 3 ounces of juice.
2 glasses = 6 ounces juice
3 glasses =  9 ounces of juice.

This stemware knowledge helps me from over treating a low!
A few more Diabetes Life Hacks:   
Have you ever forgotten your travel Sharps container? 
No sweat, recycled beauty product container or an empty vitamin bottle  work great!
Speaking of containers, I love me some Diabetes container cuteness! 
Speaking of cute, I keep a spare infusion set and battery in all my handbags (including cute ones,) just in case!

And finally, a tasty Diabetes Life Hack:
32 bittersweet Chocolate Ghiraldelli Baking Chips contain:
10 grams of carbs
Less then 1 gram of fiber
0 grams of sodium
0 grams of cholesterol
0 grams of tans fat
4.5 grams of fat
Are super delicious, travel well in zip lock bags,cute D containers & the likes 

there of~