Evidence-based hope. I can get on board with that. Check out this really great video from the TCOYD team, featuring Steve and Bill talking about all the reasons we can feel hopeful as PWD. <3 You might also like: Bag of Hope … For Adults? Still Here: Evidence Hope vs. Fear: The Video Edition. Plant-Based Faceplant.
That feeling of mild fuzz on my teeth when my blood sugars are really high? I loathe that. Diabetes is the leading cause of my excessive dental hygiene obsession; I keep a tooth brush in my purse and I floss daily, and even though visits to the dentist are uncomfortable because of sensitive teeth, I go every damn time because…
Every few years, my symptoms of low blood sugars morph a bit. When I was first diagnosed, numb lips and quick tears were my reflex symptom. The emotional uptick would hit first, and I knew things were going south quickly once my mouth and tongue would go numb. This caused a lot of slurred speech during hypoglycemic events, an immediate…
Earlier in the week, I wrote up my thoughts on the Freestyle Libre 14 Day system and also promised perspectives from a colleague who is using the system who has type 2 diabetes. Today is that day! Thanks to Barry Campbell for visiting SixUntilMe today, and I’m grateful for his generosity with his words and in sharing his graphs! *…
It’s been a day. It’s been a week, honestly, because the Pukes have been making their way through my kids, and it’s been a no-school, workus interruptus sort of adventure with lots of hand washing and flat ginger ale and Pedialyte. My washing machine has earned a gold star this week for un-yucking the very yucky linens. No one has…
[DISCLOSURE – PLEASE READ: The team at Abbott reached out to me and asked if I’d like to trial the Freestyle Libre system. I said yes. After my doctor approved a prescription for the device, Abbott sent out the 14 day system to me, which included a scanner and three sensors. This whole review needs that bias lens in place. Good?…
Poking around in that box that’s been hiding in every iteration of “home” for the better part of a decade, I found another writing sample from what looks like third grade. (No date on the piece of paper, but third grade is where we learned cursive, so this is either the end of third grade/fourth grade time of my life….
Seems like there’s been a yearly theme since … like 1986. I found this paper in a box in my basement, one that had been given to me by my father years ago as he was cleaning out our family home. I’ve had it for ages but it’s taken me until this week to start going through it. I found…
I needed a pump break for a few days. Actually, I needed a diabetes device break entirely, because the cold winter air was eating my skin alive. Everywhere I had put an infusion set or a CGM sensor in the last month or two became a patch of scaly, itchy skin that I was scratching into oblivion even while I…
Diabetes Dance! Stomp your feet! Dexcom glance! Everybody ready For the Diabetes Dance! Bow to the pancreas Furrow your brow Twirl with the pump if you know how. Bounce with the blood sugars. “Fiabetes, duck!!” Dial in a rage bolus, Such crap luck! With a BEEP and a BOOP And the lancet stabs. Everybody promenade Glucose tabs! Prance with infusion…
I opened my eyes slowly, taking a second at least to convince my lids to lift. Oh, home. I’m in my own bed. Moved my hand towards the cellphone on my bedside table, in pursuit of my continuous glucose monitor graph. My hand moved in slow motion, a trace of its movement in the air behind it. 53 mg/dL. “Not…