Nothing structured about today’s post. Totally winging it. I had an endo appointment a week or two ago, and things are holding steady there. My weight continues to go in the right direction (baby weight is finally gone, working on just getting fitter), my blood pressure was great, my nerve appear to still be nervy, and my A1C is stalled…
In prepping for a chat I helped facilitate for the team at The Patient Revolution, I came across this quote in Victor’s book: These words really build a visual around the effort of diabetes management. There’s a tremendous amount of work that goes on behind-the-scenes of diabetes – so many individual threads and colors on this particular patient loom –…
I love free showers. They are rare bird moments, but pulling off due-to-be changed pump infusion sets and ratty CGM sensors, then stepping into a hot shower and being able to scrub skin with reckless abandon is AMAZING. Free showers. See also: yaaaaaas. You might also like: Free Shower. Free Shower. Opening a Can of Gluten-Free Pumpkin Whoop Ass….
The title of this post is terrible but I kept it because it rhymed. Don’t judge. Or, if you do judge, judge by way of rhyming couplet.* So I’ve had diabetes for 32 years. Which is a long ass time. (Long ass … weird visual.) It’s not so long that I’m paranoid, but long enough that I’m becoming aware. Like it’s…
It’s been a while since I did a Friday Six. Which means I should do one. Riiiiiiight … now. New content up at T1Everyday Magic – Sweet, Little Lies. This one is about the Blue Bin Incident, which is a story I often tell during presentations because it involves a slide with a big chocolate cupcake on it, and that’s…
I’ve been using the Dexcom G6 continuous glucose monitor since April, and over the last few months, I’ve settled into a pattern with this new system. But there have been some hiccups alongside some victories. And that’s what this post is about, ya’ll. THE INSPIRING: There’s no denying that not having to prick my finger is AMAZING. My fingertips feel…
Kicked off the work year by spotting a fellow pumper in the coffee shop. His tubing was sticking out of his pocket, all casual, nothing-to-see-here except for being a beacon for instant connection with another funky pancreas. We compared diagnoses (“Six years ago, pumping for two years,” he said. “Thirty two years ago, pumping for 14 years,” I said.), compared…
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New podcasts keep popping up all over the place, and the diabetes world is no exception. Over the last few weeks, I’ve come across several that I’ll be highlighting here, starting today with the Dads and Diabetes podcast. Mark and Alan, the podcast co-hosts, join me today for an informal interview. (All my interviews are informal. 🙂 ) Kerri: Thanks…
I used to wait on that cure. Not openly, but quietly. Every time a five year mark come and go and I’d be confused and feeling like my disappointment was silly, yet pervasive. After a few years, I stopped feeling bad about it. And after several decades, I stopped thinking about it at all. My hope lives in a different…
I’m weirdly proud to have brought this term to the DOC back in 2005 or 2006. (My blog has fallen apart/reassembled a few different times since then, so the posts are wonkily formatted, and some are missing.) And every time I read the phrase on someone’s post or see it on a t-shirt or actually take a frigging rage bolus,…