Monday, January 31, 2011

Monday Morning Meme.

I've never done a meme on this blog before, but I liked the 30 Days in Photos Project list over at Hey Baby Que Paso. (Thanks for the idea, Erin!) Day One's prompt is A picture of yourself with ten facts, and I'm borrowing that concept for today's post.

A picture of myself:

Hey, look! It's the Empire State Building!

And, ten things about me, exclusive of diabetes.
  1. One of my favorite feelings in the world is laughing to the point of crying. If you can make me do that, I will buy you a sandwich.
  2. June is easily one of my favorite months - my birthday, my wedding anniversary, my dad's birthday - oh yeah, and Flag Day
  3. I guess I've established a pattern of having a thing for birds?*
  4. When I was a fifth grader, our teacher dressed up for Halloween as Vincent Van Gogh. (She even had a bandage over her ear.) Ever since then, he's been my favorite artist. His work just makes sense to me.
  5. My feet are always cold, which seems to bother Aaron more than it bothers me.
  6. I'm a bit addicted to lip balm/gloss. I'm not sure how this happened.
  7. I have a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. I haven't practiced since high school though, so don't expect me to pull out any wicked-awesome moves if we get mugged in an alley someday.
  8. There are a whole mess of movies that I haven't seen. Movies that "everyone" has seen. Movies that, when I claim to not having seen it, people generally react "WHAT???!?! You haven't seen _____??!!!?!?!" Yeah, sorry. I'm probably never going to get around to seeing them, either - but I can totally quote some Billy Madison or Anchorman for you in the meantime.
  9. Cardigan sweaters are a wardrobe staple. I must have at least twenty of them.
  10. I will listen to just about anything with a good beat. But maybe you already knew that.

*I've noticed recently that I seem to keep collecting decorative things with birds on them. Examples:

Favorite purse ever.

More birds.

Aaaaand... another bird.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Conquering The Plague.

I was feeling a little defiant last night.

Well, really, I was just craving cereal and feeling optimistic. Specifically, I was craving this goodness:

image credit here
As I've mentioned before, cereal tends to do wicked things to my blood sugar. Think of Superman taking flight. Think NASA launch. Think V2 roller coaster.

I'm not afraid to try things a bit out of the ordinary to make diabetes management work for me. And so, in that spirit, I tried something new to combat the post-cereal spikery: yoga.

Granted, it was limited yoga, as I was wearing earbuds that were plugged into my laptop as I tuned into the DSMA Live radio show last night, but it was enough activity to limit my spike to the 160's, instead of the usual 240's. And not only did my blood sugar appreciate it, I felt energized and muscle-tingly afterwards. It's been a while since I've practiced the art of being Gumby. I took a few yoga classes at the gym we used to belong to, and I've also dabbled with the Wii Fit's yoga routines. Yoga has always left me in a feels-like-singing-and-dancing kind of good mood.

So that's my new combo - cereal and yoga. But preferably, not at the same time. (That would be messy...)

I might have also ended my yoga exercise with a triumphant warrior pose.  Maybe.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Oh, Google. You Make Me Giggle.

Blog stats are an entertaining (and slightly addicting) thing to pay attention to. When someone finds this blog through a search engine, I get to see what they typed in that led them to me. Some of it is funny, some of it heartwarming, and some of it is downright weird.  I thought I'd share a few of my recent favorites.

"it looks like i was texting but i was checking my insulin pump".  This made me laugh out loud, for real. Sounds like they found the right blog!

"archery". All because of this post, I presume.

"aaron kowalski". My interest in the Artifical Pancreas Project is no secret - but I do feel badly that traffic gets directed to me, and not to the official APP site. Whoops! Sorry, Dr. K. (Can I call you that?)

"balsamic vinegar pancreas". What? Eww. No. Stop that.

"songs about texting". Sorry to disappoint. None of that here.

"blunt lancet", "bluntlancet", and "blunt lancet merch". YES! This makes me so excited that I kind of don't know how to properly express it. I end up sitting here at work, trying to suppress a smile, which probably makes me look slightly creepy.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Being Resourceful.

I had plans last night for dinner with friends. (Actually, it's a "book club", but seeing as how I hardly ever get around to reading the books anymore, I consider it more of a "dinner date".) As I sat in my parked car outside of the restaurant, I did a quick blood test. The results weren't surprising, as I had been stuck at that number for several hours: 152.

Well, that's annoying.
In the past three hours, I had done four correction boluses - and they seemed to bounce right off of that 152 like it was a trampoline. I hadn't eaten since lunch, either, so I knew there weren't any tricky carbs at play. My infusion site looked fine (and still looked fine when I removed it at home, later that night). I had no answers.

It is times like this where a rage bolus starts to sound really, really attractive - much like ice cream after a bad day, or Robert Downey Jr. in Iron Man. (Am I the only one that thinks he's stupid-hot in that movie? Aaron thinks it's a weird crush to have. Maybe I just like the fact that his glowy chest thing looks a lot like a backlit insulin pump through his shirt. End digression.) I knew that bolusing from the pump wouldn't work, so I retrieved the back-up Humalog pen I always carry in my purse. I dialed up two units.

Then I thought, "Wait - where the hell am I going to inject this?" Like so many other parts of the country, mid-January is darn cold in Nebraska, and I was bundled up in several layers. Layers that weren't at all conducive to a tummy injection site.

My solution, as it has been many times before, is to use whatever body part is most easily accessible, which meant that last night I shunked that pen needle into the side of my calf.

These are not my legs.
My legs were the least-layered body part at the time, and due to upper body layers, going in from the top wasn't an option. Lift pant leg; insert needle. The funniest thing? I didn't even feel it!

I've also been known to use the top of my forearms. Hey - it's prime, untouched real estate, and I'm using however much of it I think I can get away with.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Googly Eyes and French Toast.

For all the times in life that I'll have to explain and re-explain, then re-word, or just give up and nod about diabetes to others (others = people with fully functioning pancreases), there are probably just as many times that someone close to me gets it totally right. I'm lucky to have a few people like that in my life. My husband, Aaron (yep, that's who "A" is - the secret's out!), has become one of those people.

It wasn't always like that, though. Not through any fault of his own - he just didn't have any experience around someone with type 1 diabetes. When we first started dating back in 2005 (We didn't even have Facebook back then! And we had to walk uphill both ways to get anywhere!), diabetes wasn't center-stage in my life, like it tends to be now.  The idea of wearing an insulin pump was something I scoffed at, a bit. I was on injections of Lantus and Humalog, didn't test a whole lot, and the subject of diabetes never really came up until I had to take a shot for something.

Here's the part where I border on bragging: Aaron has picked up on a lot over the last six years. He doesn't always know where I am BG-wise or anything like that, but he's been through enough to know what to do (and what not to say). He's a good listener, a quick study, and possibly the most patient person I've ever met. He knows how to fill a pump cartridge, tape down the Dexcom sensors I can't reach, and use glucagon (though he's never had to use it, yet). If I need to have my blood sugar checked while I'm driving, he's all over it. Out of pockets when we go for a walk? He's happy to stash glucose tabs, Jim, or whatever else in his.

Sometimes, his awesomeness leaves me with nothing else to do but grin and stare at him with admiring, googly eyes.

For example, this past Sunday morning found him up and around a little while before me. When I awoke to the smell of cinnamon-y goodness, he greeted me with: "Wake up and bolus!" It was endearingly cute - and so accurate - because he knows I have to bolus well ahead of stuff like french toast to minimize the otherwise ridiculous BG spike.

Friday night found us at a bar downtown with some friends. At some point in the evening, I noticed what the cheese quesadilla I had downed earlier was doing to Jim, (It was reminiscent of a NASA launch) and Aaron heard me react. He leaned over to look at the screen.

"Wow. I haven't seen you go that high in a long time."

"I know, right? I have no idea why, either. I was 75 and trending down before we ate."

One of our friends overheard the conversation, and asked, "So, wait...   that thing's in you?" I was all ready to launch into the normal "here's what a CGM is" program, but something pretty cool happened instead.

For the first time I can recall, Aaron took charge of explaining to someone else how Jim works, while I just sat there and kinda marveled at him. He expertly clicked through the different graphs, and explained where "normal" fell on the scale. He knew how often a new reading showed up, and how to describe what the sensor looks like. He was telling our friend things I never knew he paid attention to.

If living with diabetes is supposed to be a marathon, we can think of these kinds of people - our "type 3's" - as part of our relay team. Aaron takes a turn carrying the baton once in a while, without me ever asking him to.

I love him for a million reasons, and this is another to add to the pile.

Monday, January 24, 2011

An Unnecessary Quest.

Today's post will be classified under "other shenanigans".

I have a thing for lists, and for organization. Due to these two character traits, I felt compelled to follow through on an idea I had last week: What if I listened to a band on my iPod for every letter of the alphabet, in order?

The only letters I couldn't cover were X and Z. (Which, by the way, bothers me. But that's how this went down.) There's really no good reason to share this list, but I'm a blogger with need of a topic today, so here we are.

Adele:  19
Black Eyed Peas:  The E.N.D.  (I know; I'm not sure why, either.)
The Chemical Brothers:  Singles 93 - 03
The Decemberists:  Castaways and Cutouts
Eagles of Death Metal:  Death by Sexy
The Faint:  Fasciinatiion
Girl Talk:  Night Ripper (Girl Talk has ruined so, so many songs for me - but I can't stop listening. Sooo catchy!)
The Hold Steady:  The Hold Steady Almost Killed Me
Imogen Heap:  Speak For Yourself
Jay-Z:  The Black Album
Kenna:  Make Sure They See My Face
La Roux: self-titled
Muse:  Absolution
Neon Trees:  Habits
Operation Ivy:  Energy
Placebo:  self-titled
Queen:  Greatest Hits 1
Radiohead:  OK Computer (This album reminds me of college. That is all.)
Shiny Toy Guns:  We Are Pilots
Tenacious D: self-titled
U2:  The Joshua Tree
Vampire Weekend:  self-titled (Not even Tommy Hilfiger commercials can keep me away...)
The White Stripes:  De Stijl
Yeah Yeah Yeahs:  Show Your Bones

Friday, January 21, 2011

Why I Love My Teeth.

There aren't many of us who can say we look forward to a trip to the dentist. The promise of a free toothbrush doesn't quite balance the uncomfortable feeling of someone sticking their fingers under your tongue, scratching your teeth with miniature ice picks, and vacuuming the spit out of your mouth. And then, having to pay for it.

For some, this attitude can be applied to seeing doctors in general - it's not the most pleasant way to spend your time.  Those of us who live with diabetes see more than our fair share of healthcare people, and "one more appointment" can feel like that proverbial straw, threatening our motivation camel. (See also: my inner six-year-old, crying and yelling I don't waaaaant toooooooo!) In other words, we'd rather be doing something else.

And here comes the part where I reveal another layer of my weird: I'm not one of those people.

I love going to the dentist.

It's partly because the receptionist starts greeting me, by name and with a smile, before I've even finished passing through the doorway. It's partly because on days like this, where the flakes won't stop whizzing by the window, they let me escape via the super-secret FIRE DOOR: DO NOT ENTER UNLESS DURING EMERGENCY door, because it will let me out mere steps from the mound of snow my car is under. But, mostly, it's because this is the one doctor I can count on getting a gleamingly perfect review from.

I was blessed with very healthy teeth. Looking at some of the dental history in my family, I'm not sure how I drew this lucky card - but I've sometimes wondered if this is that one golden ticket life gave me.

"Your pancreas and thyroid will slack off, and I'm going to call some other things too - but teeth?  Teeth you can have."

When I sit in that plastic-covered lounge chair, I don't have to talk about fasting numbers, or how often I'm testing, or how I gained 3 lbs. since my last appointment. I don't have to get blood drawn. I don't even have to think about anything, really, except for the neat-o pattern on the ceiling, and how fun the hygienist's purple gloves are.

This is the one place where I consistently get to hear things like, "Beeyoooootiful."  "Everything looks GREAT!" and "You really didn't leave me much to work on!  Keep up the great work."  It's a blissful change of pace from "We need to work on these post-prandial spikes", or the dreaded "You need to do basal testing".

My dental office is my health oasis.  (Which, as my friend put it, is "pretty floss-some".)

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Blunt Lancet: Got Merch?

Holy shots of insulin, guys.  I had heard rumors about Blunt Lancet's comeback, but I had no idea it would progress to anything this awesome. 

Have you checked out Diabetes Mine today?

They've featured my favorite "band" today, and announced that there is an actual merch store you can buy real things from.  Kudos to Kelly Rawlings of Diabetic Living magazine for pulling that all together, and finding a way to support the Diabetes Hands Foundation in the process.

I'm totally wearing a Blunt Lancet t-shirt to my next endo appointment.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Hanging Out At The Corner Booth.

Today, you'll find me over at The Diabetic's Corner Booth.  Mike was one of the first people who found me when I started this whole blogging thing (and one of my first commenters), and I've always appreciated his passion for diabetes advocacy, truthiness, humor and coffee.  (Is it any wonder we get along so well?)

I'm honored to have a guest post on his site today - head on over and read it here.

Thanks for the opportunity, Mike!  :)

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Focus, Kim.

When I removed my two-day-old insulin pump infusion site last night, I received the surprise of my biggest "gusher" to date. I bled through six paper towels, people.  (SIX!) After several minutes, I ended up with a big gauze-reinforced band-aid over it, as I was tired of holding paper to my stomach.

I couldn't believe how much blood I'd lost. And like any good diabetes blogger, my first thoughts were, "Where's my camera?", "I should Tweet about this", and "This is what I'm blogging about tomorrow".

"Dude.  I'm right here."

But while I was busy being "excited" about this, I forgot something very important. Something I wear all of the time, that feels as much a part of me as a robot pancreas can.

I forgot to reconnect myself! My lonely Ping just sat there, right next to my laptop and unattached to anything, for the next 45 minutes.

How do I even do that?

Monday, January 17, 2011

So, This Is Happening. Again.

At Mile 9 last year - which includes The Hill That
Everyone Hates.  Somehow, I survived it.  With a smile!
Last year, I did something I'd never done before - my first half-marathon. (Notice that I didn't say I ran it - because most of it was done walking. But I still completed it, darn it!) Being able to do that made me feel like something of a badass - because I'm no example of peak health, either in appearance or internally, and yet I was able to do something most sane people never desire to attempt. (As you may have guessed, I'm a fan of doing those very types of things from time to time.)

It was an accomplishment I was proud of; something I could check off of that proverbial bucket list. Immediately after the race, I thought, "I want to do this again!", but the passage of time had quelled that feeling.

Up until yesterday, anyway - because I registered for this year's half-marathon.

I blame my brother. He's The Athlete in the family - he did that same half-marathon with me last year, and finished so quickly that he had time to drive back through the course to find me, and walk with me for part of my race. (A sweet gesture - but also a reminder of how far I have to go to be "in shape".)  He's run a full marathon since then, and did quite well. He's regimented and dedicated in his workout routine - the opposite of me, in other words.

My sweetheart of a friend, M, whose house backs up
to the marathon route, made a sign for me.  What a gal!

He stayed with us this past weekend, and somehow managed to talk me into doing this again. I have three and a half months to train, which won't be nearly enough, but that's what I have. There's a possibility I won't be able to actually compete that day, but registering and committing to this event gives me the motivation I need to get regular exercise before then - which is totally worth that registration fee, for me. A also offered to be my "Pit Stop Guy" again every few miles, which will help immensely.

I need to reread The Diabetic Athlete's Handbook, which has been collecting a telling amount of dust on my bookshelf.

So, there it is. I'm training for a half-marathon now. Yikes.

(If anyone has tips on how to train, or how to keep my BGs at a more decent level while competing, I'd love the feedback. I'm pretty much going from couch to race on this one - much as I did last year.)

Friday, January 14, 2011

What I'm Reading.

I thought I'd share a few blog posts that caught my eye this week.  Happy Friday, all!

In no particular order:
  1. Super Size Me, from Naturally Sweet:  Haley watched this documentary and asks some great questions:  "What if a 12 year old boy watched this in health class and learned what diabetes is just from this? Then what if a classmate is diagnosed…would the 12 year old boy assume his classmate made poor life choices and criticize him?"  When the media gets it wrong, we all pay.
  2. Two Shots Too Many, from Typical Type 1:  Like many of Jacquie's posts, I love this one for its brutal honesty, vivid imagery, and undeniable humor. 
  3. The post in which I refer to myself as a Hobbit, from C's Life With D:  Ever wondered how to liken living with diabetes to being a Hobbit?  C's got you covered. 
  4. Right at this moment, from Simon from the 70's:  I've really enjoyed Simon's posts lately.  This one makes a great point as to why sharing our stories and supporting each other is important - there is always someone out there who can relate.
  5. The First Step, from Meghann on Juvenation:  A post like this takes a lot of courage, and I hope some of us can extend some support and good wishes to her.
  6. Oops, from Bob Pedersen on Diabetes Daily:  The way Bob ended this post left me smilling:  when you find something in your life that needs changing, there's no need to dwell or feel badly about it.  Just fix it.

image credit:  here

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Is That 20 Questions?

I got asked that last weekend, about my Dexcom receiver.  You tell me.

image credit here
I'm not a hand model in real life, but I play one
on the interwebz.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

A First.

Keeping in line with what has apparently become the time in my life where I'm Letting The Whole Darn World Know I Have Diabetes, I can now cross something off of my checklist that I never intended to.

I did an insulin pump cartridge change at work, out in the open.

My baggie of drugs.  It even has needles!

It's not a huge deal really, but it's the first time I've ever done this at work, outside of a bathroom.  As I plunged the needle into my Humalog vial, I noticed in my peripheral vision that my co-worker sitting with me saw the gargantuan "syringe".  She didn't say anything until I was about halfway through. 

"Is everything okay?", she asked curiously.

I responded, "Yep; just changing out the insulin cartridge in my pump.  Usually I go to the bathroom to do it, but I guess I didn't feel like it this time."

Co-worker:  "Yeah, I mean... why not?  There's hardly anybody in here, anyway."

And that was that.  No unwanted fanfare or grossed-out looks.  She sat through the whole thing, relatively unphased, and my lunchroom neighbors didn't seem to notice anything either - even when the "REEEEEEEEE!" sound of the pump rewinding filled the room.  (Seriously, why does that thing have to be so loud?)

Because my infusion set is in my lower stomach right now, popping it back into place was no big, either. 

Don't mind me over here - I'm just refilling my robot pancreas.  You may now resume to your regularly scheduled programming.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

It Doesn't Expire Until May.

I bought out my local grocery store's supply of my all-time favorite coffee creamer (in the ginormously sized containers), because it's one of those "limited edition" ones, and about to disappear for the next 10 months.

I find this logical.  My husband finds this ridiculous.

(I do not have a coffee problem.  Do.  Not.)

Monday, January 10, 2011


I am living proof that reliance on assumptions can make one look pretty foolish.

Sunday was a day full of Less Than Fun Activities - eight hours in a S.T.O.P. class (a traffic safety course for those of us who get speeding tickets in Nebraska), the beginnings of a snow storm that has effectively shut down UNL's campus on its first day of the new semester, and hours of thirst, grumpiness,  frequent bathroom stops, and tooth sweaters coupled with a general feeling of mouth stickiness.

It began in the morning as I settled into one of the plastic folding chairs in the classroom, when I felt the familiar double vibration of Jim letting me know I was flying past my high alert of 160 mg/dL.  Huh...  well, okay.  That could be from my coffee creamer.  I took a correction bolus, another sip of coffee, and made the decision to disable my high and low alarms until the class was over - I didn't want the attention a vibrating handheld electronic device would surely bring.

Checking my CGM periodically throughout the morning, I seemed to level out around 230.  Lame!, I thought.  Another correction.  Another sip of coffee.

A lunch break gave me the chance to do an actual blood test, and it showed 245.  The insulin in my pump cartridge was new, and my pump site had looked unscathed earlier that morning.  To me, the only logical place I could lay blame was the apparent stress of watching traffic safety videos from 1995 (I forgot about how huge cell phones were then).  I told my pump about the 245, the Arby's I was having for lunch, and my Ping did it's thing.  (Question:  did it also sing?  Answer:  Yes, and it wore bling.  Can you imagine such a thing?  Done rhyming now.)

Why I couldn't yet connect the dots, I'm not sure; I continued above 200 for the rest of the afternoon.  A dip here, a rise there - but fairly consistent.  After class ended, I thought some walking might help things, and spent a half hour at the nearby shopping center.  Walking always makes me drop.  (Walking around NYC = Insulin, you know.)  And yet, this time, it didn't.

Fast forward to dinner:  I excused myself and procured a bathroom stall in which to do some diabetes-related investigating.  And, lo and behold, my problem was as evident as it was gross:

Okay, that was dumb.  Why didn't I check it earlier?  Whatever - I'll rip it out (and obviously also take a picture, while I'm at it) and put a new one in.  Which would have been a brilliant plan, except that this happened to be the first time I didn't have a back-up infusion site in my purse.

You've got to be kidding me!  Purse contents were being shuffled, then thrown.  I found the timing incredibly frustrating - I don't get clogged pump sites often, and the one time I don't have an extra site with me is now, when I'm standing in the bathroom of my favorite Mexican restaurant?

My one victory was that I did have a Humalog pen along for the ride, so dinner was spent without wearing an insulin pump.  (Which was way, way weird.)

Was it a series of stupid mistakes?  Sure it was, with the benefit of hindsight.  But, I've decided to not get upset about or dwell on this.  It's true that simply checking my pump site earlier than I did would have been a good idea.  It's also true that ensuring I had reinforcements (say, another infusion set) before leaving the house that morning would have been prudent.  It's also irritatingly true that sacrificing my own health for other people's silence was a regrettable choice.

But, what's done is done.  My kidneys got an unintended workout, and I'm moving on.

Tomorrow can always be better.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Meet Elle.

Everyone - meet Elle, the Gazelle.

It isn't because she looks like an awkward antelope - she really is a Gazelle.  See?

Elle is my new workout buddy.  She's not as fancy pants as an elliptical, but she gets my heart rate going, and my calves yelling the next day.  Mission Accomplished.

She's in our basement, pointed right towards the big screen TV.  

And after I tried her out for 30 minutes on Wednesday, I had awesome BGs all day yesterday.

I have no excuses to not workout now...


Thursday, January 6, 2011

2010 In One Word: A Guest Post.

I was asked to write something for the Diabetes Social Media Advocacy site, and what I wrote went up yesterday, and can be found here.  The topic was a wrap-up of this past year, and what we were looking forward to in 2011 - and the specific question I responded to was "If you could use one word to describe diabetes in 2010, what would it be?".  (And the post does have more than a one-word response.  Otherwise, that would be a little weird.)  I had already done a year-end recap, so this post delved a bit deeper into why 2010 was such a radically different year for me than any previous one.

Head on over there and give it a read!

Wednesday, January 5, 2011


Celebrating successes is easy, and just plain feels good.  Poking fun at the quirks and inconveniences of living with diabetes is something I enjoy doing.  These two manners of blogging are both comfortable and familiar for me.

But they don't paint the whole picture of what "living with diabetes" is.

Because if you're one of the chosen few who carry this burden, you know that sometimes those good days and happy numbers are few and sporadically placed - and that means you know what Real Diabetes looks like.

Real Diabetes is the combination of poor choices, untimely boluses, and that mischievous leprechaun in my pancreas that kept me above 200 the majority of Tuesday.

Real Diabetes is the guilt and self-scolding that follows.

It's discovering a failed insulin pump site shortly after finishing your restaurant meal, which you weren't sure about the carb count to start with.  It's wondering how much of that insulin actually absorbed, how much leaked out, and if you can get home before the ketones start spilling.

It's being stuck in a subway terminal with a blood sugar of 54 mg/dL and discovering you've run out of glucose tabs.

Real Diabetes is interrupted REM sleep; it's carrying a bigger purse than most; it's sometimes looking at food as medicine.

It's weird lumps under your clothing, made of plastic, metal, and science.  It's blood smears on important documents and favorite shirts.  It's hypoglycemia at the most inconvenient moments - while working out, while at work, while trying to sleep, while attempting intimacy.

Real Diabetes is the weight and relief inherent in doctor-spoken phrases like "nothing has changed",  "looks great", and "everything's normal", and the sadness, defeat, and frustration of hearing anything but that.

It's looking at every out-of-range number as one step closer to complications - except no one knows how long and winding their road is, or if there's even really anything at the end of it for certain.

It's wondering how life would be different if you weren't spending that large chunk of income on simply being alive.

Real Diabetes is sometimes feeling lost, frustrated, angry, or complacent.  It's just that - real.  It isn't always full of 104s and skilled insulin dosing.

The fact that I blog about and advocate for diabetes doesn't make me an expert; nor does how long I've lived with it.  I'm not a shining example of what to do, or how to succeed at managing it.  What I am is a person with diabetes sharing my story, and trying hard, and putting out there as many sides of this as I can - the good, the bad, the annoying, and the difficult.

We do the best we can with it, because that's all anyone can do.  Because it's not about how many times you get knocked down - it's about how many times you get back up to keep fighting.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Where Jim Lives.

Jim is with me just about everywhere that I go.  Much like a dog bed or a well-worn chair, there are places that my best buddy can typically be found, right by my side.

Here's how an average day might play out...  as told by our friend, Jim.

Hey guys!  Oh, hang on... shh... Kim's still sleeping.
I hang out here on the nightstand while she's out,
taking notes on my...  well, I guess I memorize it all.
Some say "creepy" - I say "life-saving". 
While Kim cleans up; I do a gymnastic balance beam act.
Don't worry; I always stick the landing.
I get my own section of the car console!  That's just
how we roll.  To work.

Why am I laying on a koozie on Kim's keyboard tray
at the office?  Well, you'll have to take that up with her.
It wasn't always this way - something about how
loud I was vibrating.  I mean, I didn't think
I was that loud, but she seemed to disagree and
put me on this fluffy sound-muffling thing.
Whatever.  I still look pretty awesome, right?

Then, sometimes, I get relegated down to the purse
under her desk, if I've been too vocal.

Okay, so maybe this isn't a typical day - this was me
helping Kim out at her work holiday party. She wanted
more wine, but I threw myself in front of it.
Pretty noble of me, I thought?  I mean, look at that graph.
Look at it!
Thanks, Jim.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Getting Vloggy.

I jumped in the deep end this past weekend, so to speak, and recorded my first video blog (vlog).  In it, you'll get to meet Jim the Dexcom CGM, be irritated by the amount of times I say "Um" and "So....", and witness me tearing apart (accidentally) a Dexcom sensor.

Fun times!

Holy crap; I'm on YouTube now.  This is weird.