My parents made me check my blood sugar before getting behind the wheel when I was a teenager. If I wanted the keys, I had to be responsible without fail, and I had their trust unless I broke the rules. No exceptions. No excuses. I started driving in 1995, so my means for blood sugar checks were limited to a…
“Normally, I can roll with the punches. But today diabetes caused me to miss a conference call because I was sitting in a parking lot for a full hour waiting for my blood sugar to come up. Dizziness and the unwelcome low-crying jags dominated while I tried to entertain my son as he sat in the car wondering why we…
I love sleep. But I did not love sleep while Chris was traveling for work these last few weeks. Mostly because I did not sleep. From the middle of September to last week, my husband was away for work. He came home three times for 24 hours apiece, which meant that we missed him terribly. And it also meant that…
When I do speaking engagements, I get a little nervous about the arrow on my CGM before going on-stage, because a low during a presentation would be less than optimal. How do you keep your wits when your blood sugar is tanking in front of an audience? Live television anchors with diabetes know that feeling. A few years ago, I…
There’s a lot of data that PWD (people with diabetes) spin through on a daily basis – carbs counts, insulin units, blood sugar results, blah, blah, blaaaaaaah there’s so much shit sometimes. I’ve been encouraged by my endocrinologist to download my data and review it every week or two in order to assess trends over time, but I don’t do…
Some nights just plain suck. In related news, I brushed my teeth ten times last night. You might also like: Robot Arms. All Night Long. Silent Night Hypoglycemic Blues.
The beeeeep, beeeeeep of the Dexcom wakes us, showing the above-the-threshold red line indicating a high blood sugar. “Why so high?” And I thought about the low last night. It was a gross one, with the shaking hands and the pajamas that needed to be changed because I sweated through my t-shirt and the hairdryer needed to be used because…
What do you mean, all the glucose tab jars were in the car and you were out of juice so you stashed one giant marshmallow on your bedside table in case of low blood sugars? Potentially a bit gross, but practical. Serves as a throw pillow when not in use. You might also like: Robot Arms. LOW. Hypoglycemic Blues. Mommy’s…