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…
Woke up late. Not good on Important Meeting Adventure Day, so I rolled immediately out of bed and began the morning ritual: Test bloodsugar, toss the cats off my legs, kiss Chris’s shoulder, stumble into the bathroom, take a hot shower, and read one of his fitness magazines while I blowdry my hair (Today I learned about the omega-3 benefits…
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.