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Archive for August 6th, 2013

Breathing Room.

Outside of this blog, I don’t do a lot of talking about diabetes.  When I’m at the beach with my daughter and my friends, or hanging out with my husband, it’s not diabetes-talk all the time.  It’s not:

“Yeah, let’s definitely check out that movie!  My blood sugar is 93 mg/dL.”

“Do you want to go to dinner at 7.30 or 8?  I put a new pump site in today.”

“Hey Sparl – we need to remember to get more cat food when we go to the store.  I checked my feet this morning to make sure I didn’t have any blisters or wounds.  Oh, and we need bananas.”

Nope.  Most of my diabetes musings take place on my blog, because it’s where I can stash all of my diabetes-related thoughts and issues for safe-keeping, letting me empty out my brain and go about the rest of my day without tilting to one side due to diabetes overload of the frontal lobe.  (I imagine my brain with a kangaroo pocket on the front, and that’s where all the diabetes crap lives.  None of this is medically accurate.)

Lately, I haven’t had much time to empty out the pocket.  Blood sugars have been unsettled the last two weeks (despite insulin) and the work/life balance is off kilter at the moment, as I’ve been dedicating a lot of time to a side project (due this afternoon – thank goodness!) and spending as much time as possible with Birdy before heading out to AADE this week.  Time to sit down and shake out my brain has been tough to come by.  I need to regroup asap, as diabetes thoughts are starting to spill out awkwardly.

“Hey Siah!  Do you want to come in?  A waffle has 18 grams of carbs, you silly kitty.”

“Meow?”

“A meow doesn’t have any carbs.”

Judgmental look from cat.  “Meow.”

 

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