The alarm goes off, forcing my hand out from under the covers to seek it out. I test my blood sugar without thinking, easing the tip of my finger into my mouth to whisk away the blood. Wipe the sleep from my eyes. Pet Abby as she stretches out on my pillow. I shuffle off to the fridge to take…
I went home for lunch (my commute is six minutes – have I mentioned that I love my job?) and enjoyed a sandwich and an ice cold glass of milk. Terrific. Bolused a few units for the meal. Put the dishes in the dishwasher away, entertained the cats with a hair tie for a few minutes, and then drove back…
That I should learn to sew. Pockets in every pair of pants, tricky little places sewn into skirts to drop in that little pump. About little kittens and their affinity for the tasty tubing. That the infusion set needle wasn’t this enormous horse needle that would pierce me straight through. Instead, it’s a small, thin intrusion that pulls out as…
But this foolish Siah Sausage… Can’t Leave Anything Alone. You might also like: Six Thoughts. Diabetes Art Day Outtakes. I : Meme. Update on … Stuff.
Sitting in the terminal, it occurred to me how angry I was at whoever named the waiting area. Terminal … cruel joke of a name. How can I combat this rising anxiety as I sit in a place called “terminal?” Damn it. Thirty minutes until we board the plane. Bags are checked at this point. My enormous Nine West upright…
Reflections on the day my pump arrived two years ago… The FedEx box loomed in the middle of the room. Special overnight delivery. On a Saturday, no less. The room shrank as the box sat unopened. I made myself a cup of tea and sat down on the floor. Peeled back the packing tape. The flaps sprang open and a…
The cause: Siah. And her little teeth. The effect: Busted Charlene and High Bloodsugar Reading. And I’m actually surprised it’s taken this long to happen. You might also like: What A High Blood Sugar Feels Like. The Price of Being Stubborn. Ketchup and Mustard. The Art of the Pre-Bolus.
Siah: Siah (new kitten, weighing in at 2.5 pounds) thinks she owns the place. My other cat, Abby (weighing in at 11.5 pounds), does not agree. They are furry thunder all over the house, leaving tumbleweeds of fluff in their wake. Neither cat gets hurt, so I don’t feel guilty when I’m laughing too hard at the scene of Tiny Cat…
Another republished blog from Ye Old Blog: So if you check out this link it will take you to the Medtronic Minimed website. I currently wear one of their pumps – the Paradigm 512. In “smoke,” thank you very much. It goes with everything… I was diagnosed, as stated in my previous entry Becoming Diabetic , in September of 1986. Speaking only…