Thursday, March 28, 2013

NEWS FLASH: Transitioning To Adulthood Is A Bitch

On Monday  night I received a PR release in my inbox  about a UCLA Study and honestly, I didn’t know whether to throw something against the wall in anger or laugh out loud or do both. 
They followed children for years and noticed this SHOCKER: Young adults with diabetes have a really rough time transitioning from their peds endo to an adult endocrinologist.
YA THINK? 
When I posted the link on Facebook other former children with diabetes chimed in and agreed that this information was: 
A. Nothing new
B. Infuriating and comical at the same time
C. Bullshit 

Had those conducting the study taken a little time to  listen former children with diabetes who are now adults living with diabetes wax poetic about problems transitioning  to adult Endos? Because they would have realized that this is NOT a new problem - It's almost a damn near standard problem across the diabetes board that needs to be fixed - Immediately! 

Transitioning from a child to an adult is a bitch without a chronic illness, but add diabetes to the mix and it’s whole other shit storm to deal with. 

I didn’t want to jump the gun, so I put a call out on Facebook about former cwds switching to adult endos and the response was GREAT (So much so that THIS awesome blog post from Melissa at SweetlyVoiced came out of it,) and my post with DOC responses will be up soon. 

Also, I picked up the phone on Tuesday and called UCLA & I emailed Dr. Lotstein (the Dr. doing the study) a detailed email that afternoon and asked her the following questions: 

1. Transitioning from Peds to adult Endo's has been a huge issue for patients with diabetes for decades, when did Dr. Lotstein first notice the issue?  

2. Has Dr. Lotstein talked with former children with diabetes who are well into adulthood and living with diabetes regarding transitioning? 

3. Will the second phase of the study be as long the first, what types of support systems will be studied & is the Diabetes On-line Community being considered as part of the support system? 

4. How many phases are in the study? 

5. How much money is being/will be spent on the study? 

6. How do you plan to incorporate what you've learned in the study into a real life and when?? 

For the record, I have yet to receive an answer from her. 

And for the life of me I don't understand why YEARS are being spent studying this phenomenon when there are literally thousands and thousands of adult examples of this very thing. 

Why not take the money that’s being spent on a multi-phased study and develop real time solutions in the form of patient support groups, family psychologists and HCP liaisons to help with the young adults who are no longer children with diabetes, but who are young adults who need to transition to an adult Endo. 
The waste of the study participants valuable mental and physical health is all I can think about! 

Why am I so passionate about this?  Because I know what happened to me.

I went to Children’s Hospital in Philadelphia (CHOP) every three months like clockwork from the time I was diagnosed at age 8,  until I was almost 20 - When they finally kicked me out. 
I remember crying and begging them to let me stay. 
Diabetes was hard, and my Peds Endo & company were like family - They were all I’d known in my life with diabetes. 
And even when I wasn’t the perfect child with diabetes - they still loved me - And they cared enough to let me know when I needed to do better. 

And at the time of my switch I wasn’t doing great with my diabetes. 
I think my a1c was somewhere around 13 - MAYBE. 
It was the Diabetes Dark Ages, my family shared one meter that took 2 minutes and at least half a liter of blood at each sitting. 
There were only two kinds of insulin on the market and the rules of diabetes were entirely different. 
And I was struggling with so much change in my life,  not to mention I was suffering from a major case of Diabetes Burnout. 

I’d lived with diabetes for almost twelve years at that point - I just wanted to be a normal college kid. 

Turns out my new adult Endo was at the University of Pennsylvania, and he was a big name in the diabetes world. He’d written books, done lectures, and he considered himself a diabetes god. 
Dr. Big Name wouldn’t let my parents come in to the appointment with me - I was an adult and parents were not allowed. 
And I thought that maybe I could handle it - but I was scared. 
When the big day came my father dropped me off and told me he’d pick me up in few hours at the campus bookstore. 

And I remember sitting at Dr. Big Name’s big desk while he looked at my labs for what seemed like forever.  

And I remember starting to cry when Dr. Big Name told me I wasn’t a good diabetic. 
With numbers like these you’ll follow in your sister’s footsteps  - DO YOU WANT THAT? he said sternly.
Me: NO. I’m trying.
Dr. Big Name:  Well you’re not trying hard enough - You’re not disciplined enough. 
You know what diabetes can do, you do know that it’s s killing your sister, don’t you?  
Do you want it to kill you, too?
Do want to do that to your parents? Do you want them to suffer even more? 

And at that point I don’t remember what I said, but I knew I was never coming back to his office, no matter how many books on diabetes he wrote.

I left that office with tears streaming down my face and I remember feeling so incredibly alone, afraid and defeated. 
I felt like I would never own my diabetes so why even try? 
If diabetes was going to kill Debbie, then there was a good chance it would kill me too. 
It took me a good hour to pull myself together and calm down. 

When my dad picked me up an hour and fifteen minutes later, I told him that I was NEVER going back there. 
And I never told my father what Dr. BigName said about my sister or me dying - I knew it would hurt him and I knew he’d get angry and I didn’t want to be the cause of any more diabetes pain for my parents. 

So I just told my dad that Dr. Big Name was an asshole. 

But I thought about What ‘Dr. Big Name the Asshole” said to me for years and years and and well into my adulthood.

And up until I finished college and moved away, I went to my father’s Endo in my small hometown. 
She was a good Endo & tough, and her waiting room was always filled. 
She didn’t make me cry, but I knew I was challenging patient. I was young, most of her patients were not. 
and I didn’t want to be there.  
I was angry about a lot of things back then, including my diabetes.
I was angry that my sister was dying from a disease we both shared, angry and afraid that history might repeat itself, angry about everything. 
It was tough to be an adult, especially a college aged adult with diabetes who tried her best to be “normal.” 

When my sister died, I remember going in for my D checkup and everyone in the office looked at me with pity - And I wanted to be anywhere but there. 

I still had more than my share of shitty numbers in college, but at least I was going to see an Endo.  
And when I finally moved to Philadelphia after I graduation, I found a great Endo - An Endo who talked with me, not at me. 

An Endo who knew I was scared and trying hard - and even gave me his home phone number if I ran into trouble with my insulin sliding scale. And because of that long ago Endo, I finally learned to own my diabetes instead of having my diabetes own me. 
And that Endo introduced to the amazing Dr. J - And because of both of those amazing Endocrinologists my world changed for the better.

But in my heart I know that there was damage done, both mentally and physically in those years of struggle. 

Seriously, how could there not? 

And I wish I’d known that there was a huge number of us who grew up with diabetes that had a really tough time becoming an adult with diabetes - both in the adult Endo’s office & out of it. 

I wish I'd known that it wasn’t all my fault that the transition had been so incredibly difficult.
I wish I'd know that I wasn't bad or terrible - I was just a 19 year old who was trying to be a grown up and figure it all out.... A 19 year old who was trying to find her place in the world. 

And that’s why I wanted to throw my laptop against the wall when I read about the UCLA study. 

Why waste money to prove what we already know to be? 

Instead of spending the money on the next phase of the study, which (and I'm quoting here,) "is to directly follow young adults transitioning to adult care to see what happens as they age and to examine how different types of support aimed at easing the transition affect health outcomes." 

Why not spend the money on hiring people to help with transition from pediatric endocrinology to adult endocrinologists? 
Why not create markers that can be put in place in real time and across the country to help people? 
Why not be the change that we all want instead of spending money to eventually put the changes in place - But lose another diabetes generation in the process?  

You don’t have to be a Rocket Scientist to see the problem, you don’t even have to be an Endo - But you do have to listen and fix the problem- ASAP, because peoples lives and future good health depend on it. 

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Kelly Kunik Has Secretly Replaced The Insulin In Her Loaner Insulin Pump With Agave Syrup ....Will She Notice The Difference?


If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right~
The other night I went to Trader Joe's and some how the woman bagging my groceries saw my loner insulin pump and we started to talk about diabetes. 

 And then she started to do a play by play on the remaining contents of my items that she had yet to bag.

Bag Lady: Well you eat healthy - Orange peppers, salmon burgers, taco seasoning, strawberries, Heirloom tomatoes, Valencia Heirloom oranges. Everything looks good except for the oatmeal cookies and this bag of sugar. 

Me: A. I really like the Trader Joe’s Oatmeal Cookies. They taste like the oatmeal cookies my mom used to buy me as a kid.
B. I can have sugar - sugar is not off limits. For the record, I drink my coffee with cream and sugar every morning.

BagLady: Coffee Makes you crave sugar

Me: Actually, coffee makes me wake up in the morning. 

Bag Lady: Yeah, but coffee makes you crave sugar. 

Me: Yeah.... But so does getting my period or watching ‘Cupcake Wars’. 

Bag Lady: Have you considered using agave instead of sugar?

Me: I actually have Trader Joe’s Agave Syrup at home - I  just haven’t used it yet. But I like my coffee with cream and sugar. 

Bag Lady: I'm just saying it's lower on the glycemic index. 

Me: Yeah..... I like with my coffee the way it is.

Bag Lady: I think agave could REALLY help regulate your sugars. 

Me:  OK, I'll consider secretly replacing the insulin in my pump with agave syrup and let you know how it all works out. 

And then I smiled and said goodbye and was out the door. 
But between you, me and the entire DOC I wanted to tell her to shut up!  

I just wanted to enjoy my Trader Joe’s bounty, instead of having to explain the WHY behind my $63 dollar TraderJoe’s purchase - or my choices, diabetes or otherwise.

By the time I loaded up my car I wasn't so annoyed at her anymore because I knew in my heart that Bagger Lady was just trying to help, not hurt me. We were having a conversation, she was offering her opinion (OK, pushing her opinion,) and I just didn't feel like I needed the help, because I really didn't. 
So I cracked a joke and a smile and went on my way - because this wasn't a battle I felt like fighting - There are much bigger & more important diabetes battles in this world to fight - And I do.  

Plus, I had a long ride home & I really wanted to crack open those cookies. 

And who knows, maybe someday I will try agave in my coffee, but not today and probably not tomorrow because quite frankly, the thought of it kind of grosses me out. OK, agave syrup in my coffee is never going to happen and I can live with that. 

And ftr, I still LOVE TraderJoe’s! ;)

Kelly Kunik Has Secretly Replaced The Insulin In Her Loaner Pump With Agave Syrup ....Will She Notice The Difference? 

Monday, March 25, 2013

A 436 Bloodsugar, Lots of Patience & Not Letting It Ruin My Sunday

An apeshit high blood sugar does not have to ruin your Sunday, #fact.
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I'm not sure how the 436 blood sugar happened - All I know is that I went to bed on Saturday night with a new infusion site, 24 units left in my insulin pump, a bgnow of 200 and a correction bolus of 2 units - And I should have been golden.

Cut to Sunday morning at 8:30 am when I woke up with a raging headache, a blood sugar of 436 and moderate ketones. I put in a new infusion site and a brand new reservoir, did a correction bolus of 10 units ( including a bolus for my morning coffee,) drank a huge glass of water and then another one... And  I waited.
Because seriously, what else could I do?

While waiting I had time to think where it all went wrong.
Was it the infusion set that had caused my blood sugar jam up, or was it the 30 grams of Eddy's lowfat vanilla icedcream I'd had after my low carb bowl of chicken soup without rice that I'd eaten for dinner on Saturday night.
Maybe it was those last 24 units of insulin in my reservoir - Had they somehow gone bad??
Did my infusion site somehow become slightly ajar in the middle of the night?
Maybe it was some quadruple threat combo of all of the above.

Or maybe it was diabetes flipping it's bitchswitch just because it could.

So I gave myself a pep talk: This rarely happens Kel, so be grateful it happened on a weekend - Chillout and don't freak, And you know what? OK, as silly as it sounds, be glad this diabetes WTFedness happened on a Sunday instead of a work day. 
I continued to drink water, flipped the channels between CBS Sunday Morning & Animal Planet, chatted about crazy blood sugars on line (and for the record, I was not the only one blowing blood sugar gaskets left and right - See the diabeteslalicousness facebook page,) and just tried to relax.
I refused to get upset because I knew the moment I went apeshit, my numbers would go even more apeshit. Even as my blood sugar jumped to 450 I reminded myself that it was because of the coffee. "A 14 point increase after coffee is nothing - it will go back down," I told myself as I rage bolused 2 units and then jumped in the shower and got dressed. I had plans and I wasn't going to change them because of diabetes, but I did need to push them back a bit.
I read a book and checked my blood sugar again an hour and 15 minutes later - it was 289, by lunch time I was 205 with normal keytones and by 2pm I was 135.
I ate a yogurt and didn't bolus for it, grabbed my water bottle and hopped in the car and dialed my temporary basal rate back to 40%.
I had a 50 minute drive ahead of me & I didn't want to be overwhelmed with insulin swimming through my veins.
I hovered between 120 and 135 for the rest of the afternoon. I spent the rest of the day visiting with my family, did a Trader Joe's pit stop and finally drove back to my house with my temporary basal rate dialed back at 50%,

By the time I drove home and emptied out my car it was 10mm.  I crawled into bed and my blood sugar was 190 - But I wasn't surprised because I'd dialed my pump back for the ride home. I did a correction bolus and this morning I was 102.
Why am I telling you this?? 
Maybe it's because I know you guys "get it," no matter what. And maybe I'm proud that I was able to salvage my Sunday - And that diabetes didn't have the upper hand for long, even when it looked like it very well could have ~

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Wordless Wednesday: Psych!!

So when people ask me my insulin pump automatically tests my blood sugar, I put my loner insulin pump up to my head and say: 

Nooooo... It tests my blood sugar psychically..... 

Monday, March 18, 2013

What Is This "Traveling Light," of Which You Speak?



My  niece & I, & my ruck sack stratigically out of the pic
My friends who are family~
I went to NYC this past Saturday with friends who are family to once again see my niece Cristin’s B’way play, ONCE.

We left to trek up to the city at 8:30 a.m. and the minute I got in the car my friends asked: What’s with the ruck sack, Kelly? Come on, do you really need all that stuff?  Can't you just travel light? 
And I was like: What is this 'traveling light' of which you speak? 
But I had to admit, my day bag was big and bulky - But I needed everything in there. 
So  I explained the contents of my bag. 

1. My iPad. My printer was broken and I’d downloaded the train schedules and had another page completely devoted to places to eat in a 6 block vicinity of the Bernard B Jacobs Theater.  Also, I LOVE taking pictures with my iPad so I needed that. 

2. My DBag with my glucose meter, full vial of tests-trips - Can’t not bring them.

4. Lets not forget the forget the four KIND bars I had just in case I got low - which I did on the drive home from NYC. 
FYI: KindSnacks send me those bars to review - I am not being paid to mention them, but I do like them  - A LOT.

 5. An umbrella because it was supposed to rain, instead it snowed. 

6. An extra pair of pseudo fluffy black socks because sometimes my Princess & The Pea feet need extra cushioning when I walk around the city.  And since I was walking in my leather/waterproof/snow proof fake Doc Martin Sketchers I definitely needed the extra pair of socks option.

7. Did I mention my back up insulin pump batteries, bottle of insulin, back up pump  reservoirs & infusion sets that were in zipped up tight in a zip lock bag? NO BRAINER.

8. There was my 16 ounce bottle of water - Because I drink more water than anyone I know.

9. My wallet/makeup bag - They are one in the same and I won’t leave home without that!

Hairbrush - Self explanatory

10. My cell phone - DO YOU EVEN HAVE TO ASK? 

 11. My hat - which I eventually put on when it started to snow.  With that being said I should have left the umbrella in the car.

12. My Sephora Time Square purchases - Added later that afternoon, but no less important. 

So when I was done going through the content of my bag my friends said: WOW  - You really do need all those things. 

And I was like: Yeah, I really do because diabetes never allows you to travel light. 

And then we starting talking about ONCE and Cristin and everything else under the sun and when we finally arrived in the city, fabulous time was had by all. 
 The play was amazing, I loved spending time with my niece and my friends, the food spots we hit were damn tasty and  & there was even a semi Naked Cowboy sighting in Times Square, which is something you don't see everyday. 
Well, maybe you do, but it's something I don't see everyday. And for the record - he picked me up - I didn't ask to be picked up~  ;) 


Thursday, March 14, 2013

Did You Just Call Me A Dbag?

Two salty posts in a row - And it's all diabetes fault!
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My friend, who is much more proper than I could ever be (and who for the rest of this post shall be referred to as Eve,) stared at me for a second & said: What did you just call me? 

Me: I didn’t call you anything.

Eve: Wait, what did you just say? 

Me: I said, hold on a second, I gotta grab my dbag.

And she still looked at me like I had 3 heads. 
I grabbed my Chinese silk blue bag from my hand bag and said: You know, my dbag, my diabetes bag.

Eve: Ohhhhh, I didn’t hear the “I gotta grab my,” part.

Me: Oh OK, so you thought I said: Hold on a second, dbag. As in Masingill’s disposable Dbag or it's competition, Summer's Eve, Momdoyoueverhaveoneofthosedayswhereyoudon'tfeelsofresh? dbag.

Eve: YAY, THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT!  
And then Eve started to crack up, like A LOT - because Eve was lot more cheekier than the majority of people give her credit for. 

Me: No.... I didn’t call you that.... not this time, anyway. 

Diabetes humor - Take it where you can find it! 
This Dbag
Not this dbag


Definitely not this dbag

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

What’s With The Diabetes WTFedness?

Diabetes WTFedness & the InstamessageApp ~

Last night right before I started making dinner, I felt slightly low. 

Nothing crazy, no sweating or shakes.... just that feeling in my stomach that things were going south & that I might want to check my blood sugar sooner rather than later. 
This happened as I was just about to slice up grape tomatoes and avocados and make a beautiful pre meal salad.
 I'd been looking forward to the creamy avocadoness of it all since lunch and all I wanted to do was make, and then immediately eat the damn salad!
Sidebar: Is it just me, or have avocados prices been really friendly as of late? 
So anyway, before the slicing and dicing commenced I checked my blood sugar and the number 55 came glaring back at me on the screen.  
And that would be when I uttered: What’s with the diabetes WTFedness?! 

Treating a low is one thing - But treating a low during a meal adds a whole other degree of diabetes WTFedness to the mix. It means over eating, having to test during the meal so you can bolus to prevent a future high and it takes all the joy out of the meal. And it’s a pain in the ass!
I went to the fridge, grabbed the V8 Splash and drank from the bottle. Then I grabbed the sliced roast turkey and provolone out of the fridge, grabbed the bread and mayo and made a quick sandwich and scarfed that down, followed by a few grapes.  By the time the low passed, so had the window on my avocado & tomato salad.

There’s a lot of things that fall under the Diabetes WTFedness helm.

 Things like middle of the night lows for no apparent reason, dead spots that don’t make themselves known for hours, and insurance companies that change their coverage and prescription rules without telling you.
And diabetes WTFedness doesn’t have to take on epic proportions, either. 
Having a glucose meter tell you that you didn’t get enough blood on the test strip for an accurate reading, when you KNOW for damn sure that you did is absolutely a case of diabetes WTFedness.

Diabetes WTFedness is infuriating, annoying, the only good thing about it Is the actually term: WTFedness, diabetes related or otherwise. 

Nor is it diabetes WTFedness limited to all of the above. 

What’s your experience with diabetes WTFedness, or just WTFedness in general? 

PS: Sidebar: I posted #WTFedness and the story behind the term on the diabetesalicious facebook page after I treated my low - And people really related to it!