Real Life Diabetes

Guest Blogger: All I Want For Christmas is My Pancreas

Guest Diabetes Blogger, Real Life Diabetes By December 16, 2009 Tags: , No Comments

Today, I’m honored to have Catherine Price (of A Sweet Life and The New York Times fame) guest blogging at SUM, and she’s tackling the issue of the Christmas holidays and diabetes.  Enjoy her post, and welcome her to the diabetes online community!  *   *   * December is scattered with diabetic land mines, and things only get worse on holidays themselves. In my case,…

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Through My Lens

Real Life Diabetes By November 18, 2007 Tags: , No Comments

In a fit of unmanaged funds and a moment of celebratory freelance gig elation, I bought a new fancy-pants toy. I’ve become known for being the “one with the camera.”  It is important to note that this statement doesn’t mean I’m the one taking nice pictures, or the one who is marketing her photography to art enthusiasts everywhere.  I just…

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One Moment

Diabetes and Family, Diabetes Community, Diabetes Online Community, Real Life Diabetes, Relationships By November 16, 2007 No Comments

We were talking about meeting with Christel and how long she and I have both had diabetes.  Over twenty years for both of us.  Over twenty years for so many of us. We don’t talk much about diabetes at home.  Sure, there’s plenty of talk about the blog and work and different projects, but the disease itself is usually held at arm’s length.  We…

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Drugstore Dot Com

Diabetes Products, Real Life Diabetes By May 24, 2007 No Comments

On a tip from Jill, I was itching for yet another new meter.  Something about a jazzy little, fun-colored meter that I could stash in the car would satisfy my almost unquenchable thirst for gadgets.  (Remind me to tell you about the toasters, alarm clocks, and bicycles I would take apart when I was little, just to get a glimpse…

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Define? Or explain.

Diabetes Advocacy, Diabetes and Emotions, Psychosocial Support, Real Life Diabetes By May 2, 2006 Tags: , No Comments

“Diabetes doesn’t define you, it just helps explain you.” It struck me that he was right. Darrell and I don’t talk about diabetes very much. I don’t remember ever talking about it when we were kids. We played with Legos and built army forts for the hamsters to live in. There weren’t any big diabetes discussions and, quite frankly, we…

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Scene.

Blood Sugars, Real Life Diabetes By April 18, 2006 No Comments

Scene: About 11 o’clock at night. Showcase Cinemas in MA. There aren’t too many people in the movie theater. It’s not too hot or too cold. Comfortable seats. Handsome boyfriend as my date. Feeling a little tired but content. The movie courses on. Guy with a mask, Natalie Portman cuts off all her hair, I’m barely interested … little bit of…

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Homage to Roberta Sparrow*

Real Life Diabetes, Traveling By March 26, 2006 No Comments

I’ve been at work since 6:45 this morning. Not a big deal, but I didn’t fall asleep until after 2 o’clock in the morning. Working off three cups of coffee, L-Glutamin, and these really nice tea biscuits that the British guys at work brought in. Being this tired has caused my mind to roam about unsupervised. As follows: In about…

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Stings.

Real Life Diabetes, Relationships By January 26, 2006 No Comments

It was fifth grade and Mrs. Latz was our language arts teacher. It was the first year we had lockers and they were situated outside of her classroom. It was cool, having a locker. We cut out pictures from Tiger Beat magazine and hung them on the inside of the door. Nicole, who was my locker partner, and I cut…

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My First Martini(s).

Real Life Diabetes By December 18, 2005 No Comments

There was no way I could play it femme fatale aloof. I could barely keep the smile off my face. It was like a first date. We held hands as he ordered our wine and the room churned and spun with a mass of people but I couldn’t focus on any face but his, though we shared a bed every…

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Good Luck, Lady.

Blood Sugars, Real Life Diabetes By October 19, 2005 No Comments

I went to my dentist appointment. “Aaaaaaaaahhhhh,” I opened my mouth like a baby bird every time the hygienist came near me. I couldn’t answer any of her questions because my toes were curling with fear. Those metal instruments scraping against my sensitive teeth and poking mercilessly at my gums. “Aaaaaaahhhhh!” as I caught my reflection in the mirror as…

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