This Is My Brain: This Is My Brain On Diabetes - And Sometimes It's Exhausting

Diabetes is so damn different every day and at every turn - it's a goddamn crapshoot!

For example, 3 days ago I filled up a new omnipod with 150 units of insulin (180 unit is normally too much,/as in too wasteful for me,) and placed it on my side boob.

95% of the time, boob sites work really well for me. 

This boob site is working exceptionally well. 

We’re talking almost a solid flatline on my Dexcom for the past 72 hours, except for normal post-meal spikes and 3 actual low blood sugars. 

All of the above had me seriously thinking: Oh my God, did somebody kickstart my pancreas and neglect to tell me?

Anyway, pod expires in two hours, at 6:11 pm tonight. 

I currently have 36 units in my pod. Even if I keep it in for an additional 3 hours (half the 6 hour grace period after the time on your pod officially runs out,) and bolus for my dinner, I’ll still have more than 31 units left. 

Do I really want to start a new pod at almost 10 pm at night and post-meal? 

I DO NOT. 

WHY? Because then I’ll have to stay up and make sure everything is copasetic with my new site/pod. If it isn’t  - I have to start the process all over again. I have to work tomorrow - I don't want to be up super late!

Not to mention the fact that if I change out this pod late night tonight, that means in all probability, I'll have to change out the next pod late at night- unless I can sync my morning alarm with the 6 hour grace period and make sure I have enough insulin in said pod during that grace period. Or I run out of insulin before the pod times out. Or an occlusion alarm goes off. 
Or 390 other different diabetes wrenches getting thrown into the equation.
This isn't projecting, this is what is required for those of us wearing diabetes robotical parts. 
SIGH. 

If I put less insulin in my new pod, there’s a 50% chance that diabetes will switch it’s bitch-switch and I’ll go through my normal 150 units in less than 72 hours and will have to change out my site early - unless of course, that doesn’t happen. 

Again - who the hell knows what will be required from a new infusion site and no matter what brand of robot pancreas you’re using. YES, the same happens with tubed pumps.

Or like... do I put less insulin in the new pod and do correction injections from the remaining insulin in my previous pod? 

For fuck sake, insulin is the 5th most expensive insulin on the planet and I don’t want to waste it!

Yeah, this is only a small portion of the mostly necessary and seriously annoying diabetes minutia that runs through people living with diabetes minds and on a daily basis. 

This is also why when a healthcare professional asks me how much insulin I take a day I look at them with daggers in my eyes. OK, maybe not daggers - especially if they're nice. But I definitely channel my inner 13-year-old self and roll my eyes at them and I'm all like, WHATEVER.

Every day with diabetes is different - and requires a different amount of insulin - and for dozens of different reasons. And there are dozens if not hundreds, maybe thousands, (but for real it feels like MILLIONS,) of different diabetes scenarios having nothing to do with site changes or insulin or carbs.  

AND SOMETIMES IT'S GODDAMN EXHAUSTING. 

This my brain. This is my brain on diabetes.  

This spot-on cartoon was created by the amazing Haidee Merritt.
To see more of her work, laugh your butt off and maybe buy her books,  click HERE. 

Diabetes Hardware & The Moisturizer/Sunscreen Chess Game

Re: Dex, I am only referring to the G6

I need/require good moisturizers for both face and bod - because thank-you dry skin!

Also, I like to feel silky soft and smooth~ 

And I use sunscreens with built in moisturizers for both and you know I reapply liberally. 

But thanks to diabetes - I'm always playing a continual moisturizer/sunscreen chess game - 

as in thinking three steps ahead re: my next Omnipod placement and immediately after putting on a fresh pod.  

OK, 3 days ahead re: where my next Omnipod placement will be. 

Heck, sometimes even six days ahead! 

EVERY. DAMN. TIME. 

Bottom line: If you wear diabetes hardware, you know that moisturizers and pod/pump/cgm/libre stickums don't always work well together. 

The struggle is real. 
Calculating my next move on the chessboard that is my body - 3 days in advance has become part of both my diabetes brain and regiment, as is acknowledging that Skin-tac is both ally and enemy. 

Do you find yourself playing the diabetes hardware Vs moisturizer/sunscreen chess game ?

If so, what's your 'tactic' ? 

So...How Many Carbs In A Slice Of Satan's Toast ?

Deadlines are staring me in the face and while doing "research" on the facebook, I saw a link to the following video. 

After laughing uncontrollably, diabetes brain immediately kicked in and thought: 

I wonder many carbs Satan's toast has & will it cause extended bloodsugar spikes? 
What do you think?!

Diabetes, Waiting Out A Low Blood Sugar And Recalling The First 3 Circles of Hell

I originally published this post on February 19th, 2013. 
Had a nasty low blood sugar of 44 at 3:29 a.m. this morning that woke me up from a restless sleep. I waited it out, drained my bottle of juice and all sorts of weird shit went through my head while I waited for normal to return.

This post from 2013 has been on my mind since breakfast. Hope you can relate. 
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Every now and then weird shit pops into my mind, whether it's a commercial jingle from back in the day, an obscure movie reference, or facts I wasn't even aware I'd remembered or actually knew - until they popped out of my mouth.
Durning my low blood sugar last night, long ago facts from a college List class popped into this List major's head and made for some interesting D analogies. 
And even though it's a strange pairing at first glance - I think it actually makes sense. 
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You know when your blood sugar's low right before you start to make dinner so you drink some juice and then you try your best to "wait it out,"  because you don't want to ruin your dinner?

But "waiting it out" doesn't work so you eat saltines with peanut butter & strawberry jam, because you live  by yourself and you're self sufficient, and you want to stay alive & this particular low makes you feel vulnerable in all all of the above areas.

But even with waiting, your blood sugar feels like it's still in the 3rd Circle of Hell, where according to Dante, the gluttons are punished by lying in a vile freezing slush and are guarded by a 3 headed hound named Ceberus - think Fluffy from Harry Potter. 

Which actually makes sense -  because I do feel like I’m being punished for my insatiable hunger - And I’m starting to break into a cold sweat. 

And then I wonder out loud: Why the hell am I remembering Dante’s Circles of Hell at a time like this?  

Seriously, WTF?

Why does my brain remember such obscure facts at the weirdest and most inopportune of times? I don’t get it.

I don't know, maybe my brain pulls out long forgotten facts to take my mind off moments that are scary. 

I’ve left Hell's Third Circle and some how I've made it to the 2 Circle of Hell, where the "lustful souls are tossed about in a violent storm without any hope for rest." 

And again, this actually makes sense because I feel battered and like this stormy low is never ending.

I feel like my blood sugar will never go up and shove more peanut butter and jam covered saltines in my mouth because my lips are numb & I know that's not a good thing. 

I try and wait the low out and I sit at my computer and type what’s happening and what’s going through my head and for the life of my I can't believe that in this low blood sugar haze I’m thinking about Dante’s Inferno.

I didn’t even get an A in that class - I think I got a B, and honestly, I haven’t thought about that class since I took it!

I still think about my John Milton class from time to time - I did my Major Authors paper on Paradise Lost - And got a B in that class - And I remember being really happy about that because if anyone had told me that I would spend an entire semester studying and writing about John Milton and getting a B in the class, I wouldn't have believed them.... But I digress. 

Which leads me to Limbo - Dante's First Circle of Hell - that's where I am right now - In limbo - where Dante says the unbaptized & virtuous pagans live. 

And at this moment I really can relate to those virtuous pagans - I am one of them after all. Right now I’m praying to the Diabetes Gods to bring my blood sugar back up from the beneath surface so I can breath again. 

And now I've come up for air... I feel better and sick all rolled into one. 
My blood sugar has gone up fast, too fast for comfort. It’s gone up from 62 to 90 and then 25 minutes later ( and an hour and 10 minutes after the low) it’s now 164.

I'm tired and do a correction bolus, my head hurts and my dinner plans of a roast beef sandwich on Esekiel bread with Pacific Hearty Tomato soup & and broccoli sautéed in olive oil and garlic will have to wait for another night. 

I have a headache and my stomach is full and I feel terrible. 

This low has left me tired and little teary eyed and I’m annoyed at my body in all its dimensions. 

Next time my blood sugar drops I hope my brain recalls something more pleasant - Dante & his 9 Circles of Hell are total downers - even if you're only recalling the first 3.

So.... Any weird facts or memories float through your mind during a low or high blood sugar haze?  

Diabetes And The Little Things That Can Mess With Our Heads

It’s the little unexpected diabetes things that catch us off-guard...and can cause us to second guess ourselves in other ways and areas.

And we have to deal, acknowledge, shake it off and get on with the business of living. 

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Sunday night with spoon in hand, I headed for the fridge, grabbed a yogurt and some clean red grapes from a chilled glass bowl, closed the door and headed towards the TV room  to watch one of my favorite shows, OUTLANDER. 

Claire and Jaimie were about to get together for the first time in 20 years (and through the time and space continuum, which made it more like 200 years,) and I didn’t want to miss a thing. 

SIdebar: If you’re not watching OUTLANDER on Starz, rectify that situation, IMMEDIATELY.

Fresh out of the shower after a day out in the sun -vanilla yogurt and red grapes in front of the TV were the perfect light and easy dinner.

15 minutes to Claire and Jamie “officially reuniting,” I’d bolused accordingly, I was giggling like a school girl, and my yogurt and red grapes were hitting the spot. 

10 minutes to Outlander, spoon in midair, half way through my yogurt and out of the blue, I realized that I hadn’t actually heard the fridge door close behind me. 

I put down my spoon, got up, went to the kitchen and saw that the refrigerator door was more than slightly ajar - the damn door was wide open! 

I went over and went in, checked in the produce drawer to make sure my insulin supply was still cold. And of course it was - it had only been like 5 minutes. 

But for my peace of mind I had to double check - insulin was too damn expensive to leave it chance. 

I closed the drawer, shut the door, and watched it close shut. 

And then I brushed my hand over the door handle and gave it a little pat.

CRISIS AVERTED. 5 minutes to OUTLANDER and all I could think was what if I hadn’t realized or wasn’t home to realize that I’d left the fridge door open. 

I didn’t care about the food - there wasn't much in there anyway. 

But the “what ifs” re: 4 bottles of insulin going bad had me hyper focusing on diabetes.

And diabetes was the last fucking thing I wanted to focus on. 

I took some deep breaths and did my best to shake it off. 

And I did. 

By the time the OUTLANDER theme music started, I was focused on a print shop in Edinburgh, Scotland, circa 1768 and on a reunion  20/200 years in the making. 

Also: SUCH A GOOD EPISODE.

Claire & Jamie back together!
Photo Credit: Aimee Spinks/Starz Entertainment, LLC

Cut to yesterday morning, after locking my front door and just as I was about to walk to my car, my thoughts went back to the opened fridge door from the night before.

I took a deep breath, unlocked the door, went to the kitchen and did a quick double check that my fridge door was right and tight like a drum. 

It was. 

I ran back outside, shut the front door without a second thought..... until I was about to put the car key in the ignition and drive away - and then I wondered out-loud if I had locked the front door.

I let out a string of F-bombs, removed my seat-belt, and opened my car door. 

For the record, I had locked the front door.

But after the Sunday night insulin “could have beens and thank God it wasn't,” I found my second guessing and checking, again - because diabetes had messed with my head and my confidence - and for the third time in 24 hours. 

Yep - it was a Monday vibe for sure. Monday vibes and diabetes be damned, I put the key in the ignition and like Claire and Jamie, I forged ahead~ 

HOLY CRAP, That Ginormous Sweet Potato Looks Like A Pancreas!

I went to by my local Farmers Market early this morning, 
stopped at a stand and saw this ginormous sweet potato 
and was like:

"HOLY CRAP! 
THAT GINORMOUS SWEET POTATO LOOKS LIKE A PANCREAS!"

It totally does - and now you can't unsee it.

And then I bought it for a whopping 50 cents.
You read right - it cost 50 freaking cents!

It really is ginormous & weighs 3 pounds.
It's bigger than my face. 
And someone @ the farmers market has the pic to 
prove it!

Also, I have no idea how long to bake because, WOW.

I bought these strawberries, too because DAMN!

Diabetes Brain - 2016 Fall Edition~

Diabetes always has a way of creeping into other areas of my life like a weird word association game. Sometimes funny, sometimes not at all. Sometimes it makes no sense, other times, Diabetes Brain makes perfect sense. Also, I'm weird. 
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1. Went to check the daily totals on my insulin pump this morning, instead I reached for my iPhone and punched in my security code, then sat there looking at the screen for 10 seconds before I realized I’d picked up the wrong device. TRUE STORY.
Sidebar: THE MACHINES ARE TAKING OVER.

2. Whenever I look at food posts on Instagram and Pinterest, I immediately wonder the carb count, then I start calculating the carbs. 
Then I start to wonder about the fiber count and then I go down the diabetes, food pretty pictures, and fictional verses non fictional carb, rabbit hole.

3.Speaking of food. I recently realized I haven’t bought orange juice in years. 
Yep, totally D related and having to do with hitting the Orange Juice Wall when it comes to treating lows.

4. When I check into hotel rooms I automatically put my diabetes low stash on the nightstand. 

5. Sometimes when I’m in the middle of a conversation and fiddling with my insulin pump near a table or a counter, I check my pump, place it on said table or counter, and then go back to the conversation. 
And 9 times out of 10, when the conversation is over or I need to grab something from another room, I walk away and bungipumping ensues. 

6. Random but true: I kid you not, I cannot remember the last time I drank beer. 
Beer requires too much math so I stick to wine or vodka with club.

7. Lately I’ve started to throw out my used test strip as soon as I’m done with it. WEIRD. 

8. Sherlocking diabetes on the TV. 
Watched a rerun of Rizzoli & Isles a few weeks ago, even though I’d seen it before.
 It was an interesting episode because the murder victim had diabetes. 
D was not the COD, but the murder had an intimate knowledge of D. 
And even though I’d watched it before, I still felt let down when it became clear that the writers of R&I tried, but didn’t quite succeed re: diabetes reality as a plot line. 
Still, it was a good attempt. The episode didn't spread D myths or falsehoods, but they were off re: the actualities of living with diabetes. 
Seriously, what 30 something D adult female carries a log book and takes copious notes re: food and blood sugars every time she pricks her finger?  OR am I projecting? 
Also and spoiler alert: If someone secretly replaced the insulin in my pump with something other than insulin, I would have known something was up because I would have felt like shit because of high blood sugars and all that goes with them. 
Also, if doesn't smell like band-aids or scotch - it ain't insulin.
I would have tossed out the insulin in my pump - and I would have been correcting with injections after I switched out my reservoir. 
UNLESS....  what if hypothetically, R&I's victim ( a PWD, even though she's completely made up fictional character in a fictional television show, I'm still compelled to get into her PWD head,) was worried about throwing out the insulin/insulin imposter because insulin is so f*v$ing expensive? 

And now I'm down the diabetes as a plot-line, rabbit hole!

9. Speaking of insulin, the price of insulin and diabetes related supplies and costs keeps me up at night. This is nothing new nor is it even slightly amusing. 
It’s scary and it’s real and I know I’m not the only one who feels this way. 

10. Re: Smart insulins , (aka insulin with a brain) is on the horizon for those us who require insulin to live - and that's great - I'm all for having access, using and utilizing smarter, faster, insulin. 
But I struggle to pay for the "dumb insulins" that available to us now, so how the hell will I be able to afford the smart ones? 

Going Through My Junk Mail Folder & Diabetes Brain - The Struggle Is Real, Folks~

I was going through my Junk Mail folder via my phone yesterday and scrolling up from the bottom to the top, when I quickly read the description of the top email before I read who the email was from. 

So of course when I read about new pumps in classic styles and colors from Sam Edelman, for one split second I was all like: Why is this in my Junk Mail folder?? 

And then of course I realized the email was about shoes, not insulin pumps and Sam Edelman was of course the shoe designer and not related to the various Edelman's I know in the D world. 

And that the email was sent from Nordstrom's..... And then I felt REALLY, REALLY, STUPID. 

Diabetes Brain had struck again - and FTR, the struggle is real folks. 

At least I didn't send Miss. Zarah Ibrahim the $2000 she requested to release the 2.5 million that had been left to me by a great, great, great, uncle that had been thrice removed.... So YAY, ME?!  

;) 

Diabetes As A Rorschach Test -

I looked down and saw some weird triple combo of a diabetes rorschach test, with some diabetes origami & "Still Life With Diabetes," portrait mixed in.... just to mess with my head - After all, we are talking about Rorschach test~ 

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So I got in my car, looked down and this what I saw. 

Actually, I saw this when it was clipped to my hip, but I couldn't get a good picture of it, so I ever so gingerly placed the insulin on my knee. 

And then I was said: Wow, it's like some strange Diabetes Rorschach Test, except the ink blot's been replaced with pump tubing. 

Also: Diabetes as Origami crossed my mind as well 

Damn, if the tubing had somehow maneuvered itself into at the form of a crane, that would have been awesome! 

Sidebar: I know, I'm weird. 

Diabetes as a Rorschach Test.
Images Provoked by said image:
Mouse ears and maybe elephant ears and also some weird combo of all the PowerPuff girls heads rolled into one.
Emotions brought on by said image:
For sure I was like: W.T.F. and how long has my tubing been like this!
BUT.... I have to admit to a healthy dash of wonderment a'la "that's sorta cool, not to mention a one in a million shot," thrown in for good measure~

What do you see? 

Things I’ve been reminded of as of late - The 2014 Summer Edition

Lately I've been reminded of somethings & I thought I'd share. 

Also: I'm a weird. 

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Some things I've been reminded of as of late~

The DOC always has my back - Same goes for my Endo & CDE. 

I am one lucky duck, indeed. 

Typing while wearing wrist braces makes for some interesting key strokes.
Thank God for the Edit, “Undo Typing,” option. 

In order to makes changes, you have to be the change - Not always easy, but necessary.

Sometimes you can bolus for pizza and actually be low 2 hours later. 
Sometimes you can bolus for a salad and be high a 2 hours later. 
File both under: WEIRD & INCREDIBLY ANNOYING

I’ve recently jumped on the True Blood bandwagon, thanks to 3 months of free HBO and the magic of On-Demand.
TB is a great show, but every single time I watch an episode, I find myself thinking that PWD blood would probably be just as coveted by the Vamps as Fairy blood - Especially if said PWD was running moderate to high blood sugars after a cortisone shot. 
Now depending on the Vamp, this can actually be kind of a great thing.... Or it could TOTALLY SUCK. ;)
Come on now, I can't be the only one who wonders about this..... or can I?   
Also: File Under: Diabetes Brain

Summer fruit and veggies are incredibly delicious, but when it comes to tomatoes I need to pace myself because too much of a good thing equals acid mouth. 

Forcing yourself to test your blood sugar on the hand you normally never test with isn’t as hard or as cumbersome as you think it might be.

But enough about me - What have you been reminded of as of late?
And it doesn't have to be about diabetes, either. 

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!

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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."

Diabetes Brain - Polar Vortex Edition

So I went out this weekend in the freezing polar vortex of it all and and shoot some pictures - just because I was like, WHY NOT? 

I was out all morning - It was  snowy and freezing and cold and yes, down right slippery, but it was worth it because I got some really interesting shots - At least I think I did.

When I finally worked my way over to a place most locals call "The Point,'"  
jetty of rocks  filled in with concrete shooting out to the sea, that has remnants of old bank columns from streets that are long gone.  
According to local legend, those streets (10 in total,) as well as that bank were that rumor has it those columns were from, were washed away from a coastal storm over a hundred years ago. 
When I saw those long toppled and broken bank columns all covered in ice and frozen, I was like……

1. That's really cool

2. Damn they look sorta like frozen insulin bottles!! 

And when I saw the mixture of frozen fresh and sea water splayed over the rocks and concrete that makes up the The Point….. 

I was like: Must be the frozen the insulin from those frozen insulin bottle bank columns~

Yeah, Diabetes Brain strikes again~ 

Also: I'm a little weird. 

Waiting Out A Low Blood Sugar & Recalling 3 Out of The 9 Circles of Hell

Every now and then weird shit pops into my mind. Whether it's a commercial jingle from way back when, an obscure movie reference or facts I wasn't even aware I'd remembered until they popped back into my head. 
During my low blood sugar last night, long ago facts from a college literature class popped into this Litt major's head and made for some interesting diabetes analogies - And even though it makes for a strange pairing at first glance- I think it actually makes sense in the end. 
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You know when your blood sugar's low right before you start to make dinner so you drink some juice and then you try your best to "wait it out,"  because you don't want to ruin your dinner?

But "waiting it out" doesn't work so you eat saltines with peanut butter & strawberry jam, because you live  by yourself and you're self sufficient  and you want to stay alive & this particular low makes you feel vulnerable in all all of the above areas.

But even with waiting, your blood sugar feels like it's still in the 3rd Circle of Hell, where according to Dante, the gluttons are punished by lying in a vile freezing slush and are guarded by a 3 headed hound named Ceberus (think Fluffy from Harry Potter,) which makes sense because at this point I do feel like I’m being punished for my insatiable hunger - And I’m starting to break into a cold sweat. 

And then I wonder out loud: Why the hell am I remembering Dante’s Circles of Hell at a time like this?  

Seriously, WTF?

Why does my brain remember such obscure facts at the weirdest and most inopportune of times? I don’t get it.

I don't know, maybe my brain pulls out long forgotten facts to take my mind off moments that are scary. 

I’ve left Hell's Third Circle and some how I've made it to the 2 Circle of Hell, where the "lustful souls are tossed about in a violent storm without any hope for rest." 

This actually makes sense because I feel battered and like this stormy low is never ending.

I feel like my blood sugar will never go up and shove more peanut butter and jam covered saltines in my mouth because my lips are numb & I know that's not a good thing. 

Again - I try and wait the low out and I sit at my computer and type what’s happening and what’s going through my head and for the life of my I can't believe that in this low blood sugar haze I’m thinking about Dante’s Inferno  - I didn’t even get an A in that class - I think I got a B, and honestly, I haven’t thought about that class since I took it!

I still think about my John Milton class from time to time - But I did my Major Authors paper on Paradise Lost - And got a B in that class - And I remember being really happy about that because if anyone had told me that I would spend an entire semester studying and writing about John Milton and getting a B in the class I wouldn't have believed them.... But I digress. 

Which leads me to Limbo - Dante's First Circle of Hell - that's where I am right now - In limbo - where Dante says the unbaptized & virtuous pagans live. 

And at this moment I really can relate to those virtuous pagans - I am one of them after all - Right now I’m praying to the Diabetes Gods to bring my blood sugar back up from the beneath surface so I can breath again. 

And now I've come up for air... I feel better and sick all rolled into one. 
My blood sugar has gone up fast, too fast for comfort. It’s gone up from 62 to 90 and then 25 minutes later ( and an hour and 10 minutes after the low) it’s now 164.

I'm tired and do a correction bolus, my head hurts and my dinner plans of a roast beef sandwich on Esekiel bread with Pacific Hearty Tomato soup & and broccoli sautéed in olive oil and garlic will have to wait for another night. 

I have a headache and my stomach is full and I feel terrible. 

This low has left me tired and little teary eyed and I’m annoyed at my body in all its dimensions. 

Next time my blood sugar drops I hope my brain recalls something more pleasant - Dante & his 9 Circles of Hell are total downers - even if you're only recalling the first 3.

So.... Any weird facts or memories float through your mind during a low or high blood sugar haze?  

Insane With Diabetes Brain

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.

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I have Diabetes Brain - And I've accepted that fact about myself and can admit it freely.
Like last night I wrote the following as my facebook status: Salad with tomatoes and scrambled eggs with fresh basal and provolone cheese - It's what's for dinner!
And it took fellow Diabetes Blogger and busted pancreas alum Jacquie from Bad Pancreas to point it out to me!
Jacquie wrote: You know you're a diabetic when you spell the spice like the insulin dose. :)
And I just about ROTFALMFAO right then and there!
Then there was the time last week when I was watching the Olympics and there was a segment on the U.S. Women's Relay team and how phenomenal those ladies are. And not only are those ladies lightening quick, they are physically sculpted like nobody's business. Those athletes have amazingly chiseled abs and all I could think of when I saw them was: WOW, if I was as cut as those ladies, would I still be able to wear my pump on my abdomen??
When I watch a crime show on TV and they say the suspect/victim/roommate is "high," I immediately think they're talking about bloodsugars instead of illegal substances.
When the detectives talk about "trace amounts of evidence," I always think about the diabetes dark ages and urine testing and clinitest tablets. Back then "Trace" was Hunter Green in color and meant that you only had trace amounts of sugar in your urine.
And yes, whenever I see the color HUNTER GREEN, I think "Trace" as in urine, and really bad color schematics from the 1980's.
Last week I received an email from LivingSocial.com alerting me to a major discount on a Tubing (white water rafter) trip and I immediately thought: Wow, I didn't know LivingSocial was in the insulin pump biz!
Then there was the time a few years back when my friend bought an new car and it came complete with a built in iPod docking station. She was all excited about the fact, but when she showed me the docking station I was like: Hey, an insulin pump docking station!
I've experienced Diabetes Brain anytime and anywhere - How about you?
Have you ever found yourself insane with the diabetes brain?