“Your thing is going off.” Though nondescript, that phrase is a loaded one. It is Chris-speak for, “Your Dexcom is making an alarm of some kind; you need to take a look at it.” And now that the Dexcom SHARE application is feeding my glucose results to my husband and a few other authorized viewers, when the thing goes off,…
Clouding on the Road.
Blood Sugars, Dexcom, Diabetes Online Community, Diabetes Products, Psychosocial Support, Robot LifeThe CGM in the Cloud concept matters most to me when I’m traveling alone. While I was in Orlando last week, my bedside table looked like this at night: A Moto G hooked up to my Dexcom G4, sending CGM data to the cloud. And that data being routed to my family back in Rhode Island and to my wristwatch….
The No Good (Sort of Good) Food Diary.
Blood Sugars, Diet and Food, Psychosocial Support, Real Life DiabetesIt was easy to avoid food logging because, on the whole, my blood sugars aren’t a disaster. I bolus for the foods I’m eating, and I don’t graze much so stacking insulin doses isn’t as much of a problem as it has been in the past. But the other night, when 9 pm rolled around and I was asking Birdy…
Guest Post: How the MiniMed 530G Changed My Diabetes Management (Without Ever Even Seeing it in Person)
Blood Sugars, Diabetes Products, Guest Diabetes Blogger, Insulin, Pumping Insulin, Robot LifeSUM is being borrowed today by Christopher Angell, fellow PWD and creator of GlucoLift, so that he can share his thoughts on the Minimed 530G … without having ever seen or used the system. What is he on about? Find out … * * * Leading up to the launch of the Medtronic 530G (and what a long lead-up it…
I do not know what makes them stick like this, the lows that creep in and stay creepy for hours at a time. “Is this thing serious?” I asked. Then I’d prick my finger to confirm that, indeed the Dexcom was serious, and I was in fact still low. There are times when high blood sugars are stubborn and refuse…
I tried my first CGM system back in 2006 (this post outlines the very first awkward sensor application) and have spent the last seven years or so being thankful that this technology exists. If I knew then what I know now … actually, I started on a CGM as quickly as I could, and stayed on it. Why I wanted…
Since it’s December now, I hope it’s okay to revisit a video that includes a festive ol’ tree in the background. This video is about how awesome coffee is … and why it matters that the order is RIGHT. (See also: Now I put my own fake sugar in the cup, instead of playing coffee roulette.) You might…
Blood sugar excursions are one thing (little trips to the grocery store, short flights to Canada … those sorts of excursions are fine) but the long-haul ones are not okay (BOS -> MEL). I can deal with a sticky high of 180 or 200 mg/dL without getting fired up, and lows are less frequent these days, so I’m not as…
I don’t know how to write out the theme for JAWS, but mentally insert that [here] because apparently there was a shark sighting in the wee early morning hours of my basal profile. Totally looks like we’re gonna need a bigger boat. You might also like: Pre-Bolusing for Snacks. Free Shower. Ketchup and Mustard. BOLUS: Beware Of Loose, Unsupervised Snacks.
With Twitter as the medium, there’s only so much that can be captured with only 140 characters at your disposal, especially when there are always so many juggling balls aloft. Since it’s mostly intrinsic, these thought processes, I forget what parts are unfamiliar to people who aren’t living with diabetes. After looking back at the Storify-version of my #dayofdiabetes experience,…
Thresholds. Levels of tolerance. For an English major like me, numbers take on a more connotative and emotional meaning. And diabetes numbers play into a whole host of variables. Like when I’m about to get behind the wheel. I’ve heard people discussing what numbers are “safest” to drive at, and I think that’s a personal preference. For me, numbers like…
Two am. The alarm goes off. My response: Grumble, grumble. My arm snakes out from underneath the warm down comforter. Siah sneezes beside me, where she has taken up residence on Chris’s pillow. I grab my kit. Unzip it. Fumble with the strip, trying to use the sliver of moonlight as my guide. Prick finger. Stick finger in my mouth. Wait for result. 170 mg/dl. Okay. Text Chris – “2:30…