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Dog Days of Diabetes.

Ever feel like you're chasing your tail?  Running around and around and around until you fall down, exhausted?  Like a dog?  Like these are the dog days of diabetes falling smack-dab in the dog days of summer?  Like my next Joslin appointment is coming up fast this week and I'm hopeful that I've hit stride?

How would I illustrate that?  I suppose a dog would make the most sense.

But I don't have a dog.  So the best I can do is this:

The Sausage Days of Summer

Siah, you are my favorite little piglet.  And with your face smooshed against the bed after you just spent fifteen minutes trying to catch a speck of air, you are the breathing embodiment of how I feel. 

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Sigh. Yeah. Chasing. Tiring.

I have many pictures of my old man showing how I feel, wishing at times I could pull off that odd position and stay comfortable for hours....

Kerri,
You can borrow a picture of my puppies anytime! Good luck at Joslin.

Awww.

Good luck this week.

Ahh..wishing to relax like that and nap :-)

Kerri

It sounds like you've done a lot to improve your A1c. Have you looked at nighttime trends? I was doing that a while ago and managed to tune my basals so my blood sugar is stable most nights. If I go to bed at a reasonable number (125), I'm likely to end up very close to that.

I hope your A1C reflects your efforts. I'll bet you hit 6.6%-6.8%, but I do hope your get even lower than this.

Hi, I just wanted to say thanks for your honesty and information. As a newly diagnosed Type 1 Diabetic, it's nice to see how pros deal with it and to see that I am not alone in my struggles to tame this beast! Thanks again, Meg

Siah looks like I feel today after a night of battling food poisoning. In the midst of the agony, I remembered thinking that no matter how badly I felt, I HAD to do everything possible to make sure I didn't end up in the hospital again. And believe me, I didn't feel up to very much preventative care on my own behalf. But you've gotta do what you've gotta do...and like the dog days of summer (or diabetes), sometimes it just never seems to end!

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