Monthly Archives: October 2012

i’m a winner!

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I never win anything. Like, ever. I was excited to learn last week that my luck is changing, and I won a giveaway offered by Diabetes Mine! On Friday afternoon, a beautiful new cookbook showed up at my doorstep (Mike, you are really quick with the shipping :))

The cookbook is called “Blood Sugar: Inspiring Recipes for Anyone Facing the Challenge of Diabetes and Maintaining Good Health” by chef Michael Moore. I’m not going to write a review of it, because I pretty much agree with everything Allison said in her review on Diabetes Mine here.

I’ll just make a couple of quick notes on the book, all based on my first few glances.

1. It really is a beautiful book.

2. Just as Allison noted, this page (below) made me say “WTF??”

Despite me not being willing to accept that I’ve eaten my last potato chip, I am going to try a few recipes from this cookbook. The ‘Power Food Salad’ looks absolutely delicious (and healthy), so I think that’ll be my first experiment. Even if it turns out like Allison’s lasagna (hehe) maybe I can learn a few things in while I dirty up my kitchen. When I get the chance to finally try the recipe out, I try to remember to post my successes.

Thank you so much to Michael Moore and everyone at Diabetes Mine for making this giveaway possible! I’m ever inspired by the work you all do over at Diabetes Mine, and am grateful to have won this new cookbook.

nighttime highs.

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Disclaimer: NONE of the following is medical advice. It is all my own opinion and I am nothing even remotely close to a medical professional. I am NOT a doctor, so if you are interested in changing anything about your current medical plan, contact your GP or diabetes care team.

I’ve been battling with nighttime highs for about a month now, and they are currently getting the best of me. I can’t figure them out.

See, I ALWAYS get up to use the bathroom and check my sugar between 1am and 3am, no matter what my bg is. It’s just habit. For the past few weeks, the number looking back at me during my nighttime check has been sub-par, in my opinion. Normally, it’s between 180 and 220 (not that 180 is a terrible number, just when a pattern start to develop, it’s frustrating and obviously something needs to be changed for me.). I think what makes it REALLY sub-par is that it’s a stubborn 180-220. It gets an additional point in sub-par-ness because it makes me feel like poo.

So I correct (full dose, used to not be able to do that because it made me low by morning) and go back to sleep. When I wake up to the instrumental version of “Bad to the Bone” (our alarm), I’m always hoping for a cooperative 95. Nope (maybe we need a new alarm, like ‘Steady as She Goes’ by the Raconteurs. Think it would encourage my bg to be ‘steady’ instead of ‘bad’?). I’m fairly consistently waking up at 170. What. The. Hell.

So I troubleshoot. About a week ago I upped my 12am and 3am basals by 0.1. For the past few days I’ve had some really great early morning sugars! Yay!! Until this morning. T’was the same old story. I took a correction at 2am and one when I woke up at 9am. I was starting to think maybe it was my pump set, but now I’m hovering around 80.

I have a couple of hypotheses, I’m not sure if any are valid.

1. Dawn Phenomenon. But, could it be making my sugars rise so inconsistently?
2. I’m sleeping on pump set weird and it’s making my cannula kink due to pressure, but then when I wake up, I’m not laying on it so it’s back to delivering me normal amounts of insulin. I feel like this is REALLY far fetched, but it’s something I came up with one day and I can’t shake it. I’ve been trying NOT to sleep on my site, but I have been for 14 years. Plus, I wear them in my arms, stomach and side butt.. so how can I NOT sleep on it?! Has anyone ever had this issue? Is this even possible, for it to bend a little but then straighten back out?

I need all of the help I can get, as I’m really getting tired of dealing with this. I go to my Endo office on 11-7, but I’m not seeing my actual Endo or her PA (both of which I really like). The PA is gone from the practice, so unless I want to wait until next year to get a visit in, I’m having to see a Nurse Practioner (not knocking nurse practitioners, I’m just hesitant to change). I’m trying to think positively, but I’m not sure about it, and I don’t know why. It could be the greatest Dr. visit of my entire diabetic career, who knows. I’m going to schedule an appointment with my favorite CDE later in November, just for backup.

Anyways, any and all opinions/encouragement/advice would be helpful (especially regarding the validity of my hypotheses).

18-wheeler d-talk.

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Because of the ridiculously long and busy work week (s) I’ve had, I’m posting a couple of pictures that I took earlier in the week. It seems that I find diabetes (and test strips) everywhere I go, even on 18-wheelers (oh, well, I haven’t found any of my test strips on an 18-wheeler, yet). I can’t look at arrows the same anymore. Any reference to ‘high’ anything makes me think of my blood sugar. My apologies if you’ve already seen these via Twitter (the next best thing since insulin, I’m obsessed), but I needed an easy dblog day today 🙂

not so frustrating instances.

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I’m am beyond tired as I write this, so my apologies if it’s not very eloquent.

Last Thursday, I was having a casual conversation with someone I work with. We will call him J for the purposes of this blog post. This guy knows I have diabetes, but has never asked too many questions. I think he has a basic idea of the disease (as in diet limitations, I have something connected to me via tube, etc.). During our conversation, I realized that among the reshuffling of my purse to accommodate work conditions that morning, I had forgotten to return my glucose tabs to their normal spot (in my purse). They were in my car, and I was driving a work vehicle. Dammit.  I  confided in J, letting him know my situation. I was hovering around 100, and felt like the diabetes-gods would make me crash if I didn’t get my hands on something sweet. I asked J if he had any extra sodas on hand (I work in recreation, he was running a concession stand where we get comp drinks) and he quickly fetched me one. I felt like an idiot, but he didn’t act like anything phased him at all (at least, after I convinced him that no, I was not going to pass out).

Later that night, I’m hanging out with my husband at home, filling him in on aaaalll of the diabetes drama I had encountered that day (highlight of his day, I’m sure). We’re about to eat dinner, and I go searching for my Dexcom in my purse. It’s. Not. There. My stomach sank. I was tired enough of diabetes for one day, did I really have to deal with losing a ridiculously expensive d-tool? Immediately, I’m in tears. I remembered that J was still at work, pretty close to the location where we had been chatting, and pretty close to the work vehicle my Dexcom *might* have gotten lost in. I called and begged him to look for it, and probably sounded pretty upset about the situation (as in he could probably hear my tears through the phone. ugh.).  He began his search as I continued mine, and luckily, my car seat had eaten the Dexcom and I was able to retrieve it.

Which brings me to today. J was helping me divvy up 7,000 pieces of candy for the Halloween Carnival that I am responsible for this week.

Exhibit A

During said ‘divvying’ he got REALLY excited about the Laffy Taffy I had purchased, and exclaimed “This is my FAVORITE candy! I’m eating some now, AND I’m taking some home!” (quote not guaranteed to be verbatim). He looked at me and asked “So, what’s your favorite candy?” But, he sort of stopped mid-sentence. Then he sort of stumbled over the questions “Are diabetics allowed to have candy?”

He gave me this look like, “Eff, I know that didn’t sound right, but I really want to know.” So I explained. I told him that I’m absolutely allowed to have candy, but I choose to make smart decisions about when I do or don’t. I informed him a little about what my pancreas doesn’t do, and what I have to do in it’s place. Even though he had been with me through 2 diabetes “emergencies” recently, I don’t think he really understood much about the disease. After I finished explaining some things to him and answering a few questions, he said “Okay then! So what IS your favorite candy?”

Before our conversation, J didn’t know much about T1 except what he had generalized about diabetes in general. But, he wasn’t afraid to ask, and he wasn’t afraid to listen.

Twix is my favorite candy, by the way.

low? pillow? mellow?

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Out of all of the tools in my diabetes-tool arsenal, my favorite has got to be.. my husband. Not just because he’s cute, but because of all of the things he does for my diabetes care (all of which I’m sure will be outlined in a blog post.. one day :))

Sometimes, he cracks me up though. See, last night, we decided to have a relaxing evening at home doing pretty much nothing. We drank a few beers and hung out in our lounge (a.k.a. the guest bedroom/office/room without a TV/room with a computer). A few days ago, our eldest wild hound swatted the laptop to the ground, and it’s pretty much a paperweight now – so if we want to be online, we can use 1. our phones, 2. my kindle fire, or 3. our desktop in the lounge.

Because my husband is a huge airplane nerd, I was a good wife and let him use the desktop to play his airplane game, while I cuddled on the futon with the hounds and browsed the interwebs on the kindle. BUT, also because I let him use the desktop, it meant he was the token one to fetch beers and whatnot. At one point, my neck started to hurt and I said “Next time you get up, can you grab my pillow?” <<I forgot to mention that while he’s playing said airplane game, he wears headphones (half on his ears, half off.. so he can still hear me) and talks to people about missions they are on.>> When I asked for my pillow, I guess through his headphones he heard “I’m low.” He jumped up like something had just bitten him on the ass. The headphones hit the floor, the dogs were startled, and he was almost out of the room before I could stop laughing and tell him I wasn’t low, I just wanted a pillow.

A little while later, I sat there, amazed at the pure beauty of our lab/hound mix. So I said “Aw, look at Mellow,” not realizing that again, I just said something that rhymes with ‘low’. He jumped up, same as the first time. I laughed, same as the first time. Ahh, he’s always on stand-by, and I love him for that.

husband "YOU'RE LOW"??

And this photographic gem, my friends, is husband’s best re-enactment of the above story. It still made me laugh, a lot.. but he wouldn’t put his headphones on for it 😦