Diabetes and Emotions

A Daisy in the Sand

Diabetes and Emotions By April 30, 2006 No Comments

Sometimes life moves just so damn fast. I miss so much, rushing from one place to another, making sure I attend to every obligation. Too much coffee, not enough sleep, phone is ringing, writing to be done, meetings to attend, consulting, and a workout to squeeze in daily. How many hours are in this day? How many do I spend…

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Oh so slightly OCD.

Blood Sugars, Diabetes and Emotions By January 24, 2006 Tags: , No Comments

I didn’t always count the sips. I used to treat low bloodsugar reactions by chugging cranberry juice until it spilled down my chin and choked me just a little bit. That panicked, adrenaline fueled consumption, rendering me unable to close my eyes while I drink, but instead leaving me focused on that part where the ceiling and the wall merge….

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52 mg/dl and Ketones.

Diabetes and Emotions By October 27, 2005 No Comments

I read Teks’ post tonight and felt very overwhelmed. Maybe that’s the theme of the O.C. of late. It’s been a difficult 24 hours out here in Rhode Island, medically speaking. I’ve been sporting moderate ketones for the better part of a day now. Changed the infusion set twice. Injected via syringe once. Haven’t eaten much due to fear of high bloodsugars….

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Five Senses.

Diabetes Advocacy, Diabetes and Emotions By August 23, 2005 No Comments

I want a cure tonight. I want it so badly I can taste it tonight. It tastes like black raspberry ice cream from St. Claire’s Annex in Watch Hill, all creamy and cold. It tastes slightly salty, like my skin after a day at the beach. It doesn’t taste at all like airplane glue or sweaters on my teeth after a few…

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Republishing: Perspective.

Diabetes and Emotions By May 9, 2005 No Comments

Violet, of Pumplandia fame, has suggested that I republish my posts from Ye Olde Blog. This one is called “Perspective” and touches upon the delicate balance of diabetes and physical love. My body constantly makes its weaknesses known. I am embarrassed that, after you kiss me and run your hands down my body, that I have to disconnect the pump and…

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