There’s a lot of data that PWD (people with diabetes) spin through on a daily basis – carbs counts, insulin units, blood sugar results, blah, blah, blaaaaaaah there’s so much shit sometimes. I’ve been encouraged by my endocrinologist to download my data and review it every week or two in order to assess trends over time, but I don’t do…
[You can read my Dexcom disclosures here.] The low alarm slammed into my ears from across the bed, coming from my Dexcom receiver on the bedside table. A half second later, it echoed from my cell phone, where the SHARE app threw out a loud warning of its own. LOW. I reached over and clicked on my phone, which was…
“Do you guys have any fun plans for the summer?” The question was simple enough, but not even close to a level my hypoglycemia-addled brain could handle. I had trouble formulating a response, and the lag time was embarrassing. We’ve only moved to the neighborhood a few months ago and haven’t solidified relationships with our neighbors yet, so being wickedly…
Dexcom SHARE with Bluetooth Thingy.
Blood Sugars, Dexcom, Diabetes and Family, Diabetes Online Community, Diabetes Products, Real Life Diabetes, Robot Life(This post title only includes highly technical terms and viewpoints from an analytical mind. Also, please note that the contents of this post include opinions and feedback on the Dexcom SHARE receiver, and I have a sponsorship relationship with Dexcom. So there’s bias involved. Kind of a lot of bias, too, since I’ve been a fan of the company since…
“Mommy … I had a nightmare.” She shows up in the middle of the night sometimes, evicted from her warm bed down the hall due to a nightmare. “I had a dream about a blue monster with no arms and popcorn on his feet.” She’s clutching her blanket, her water, a flashlight, and a stuffed animal; clearly she’s in for…
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“Ninety-five percent of the time, I’m fine. The lows are ones I can treat myself, even if the number is really low. Usually my symptoms are shakiness or like this brain fog. When the lows are really gross, I usually cry at random. Or I throw things. No real in between. But the majority of the time, I can take…
BEEP!BEEP!BEEP! from the Dexcom receiver on the bedside table. I heard it beeping for a long time. Woke up with sweat pouring off my forehead and running down the side of my face, pooling up in my ears and in my collarbone. The pillow was soaked. My hair was soaked. An outline of me underneath me, the line drawn with…
Sparkly, Like Her Shoes.
Blood Sugars, Diabetes and Emotions, Diabetes and Family, Real Life DiabetesAs a family, we went to dinner and Birdy’s sequin-covered shoes sparkled furiously in the afternoon sunlight. Her shoes were downright distracting and I found myself low-staring at them, focusing on the individual sparkles being projected onto the tablecloth at the restaurant. My brain had hit an uncomfortably steady pace with the anxiety of being under 60 mg/dL for more…
BEEEEEPBEEEEEPBEEEEEP!! My purse start vibrating in a panic. 79 mg/dL and two arrows down – how the hell did that happen? I just dropped my daughter off at preschool. My blood sugar was 139 mg/dL before leaving the house with a steady, easterly arrow. I pulled the car over and put on my hazard lights so I could bust out…
Our backyard is big and lovely and fenced in on all sides so that when Birdy and I are playing outside, we’re both safe from cars and giant woodland creatures (except the ones that can shimmy underneath the fence … I’m looking at you, groundhog). I don’t keep my eyes glued to her while she plays, and we can enjoy…
The Dexcom yelled at me from the kitchen table – “BEEEEP, BEEEEP, BEEEEP!” – and I double-checked the alarm just to make sure I was actually low, since I’d been basal testing all morning long and I’m always wary of my graph when it’s nice-happy-in-range. (Note: It’s really, really easy to test basal rates when you take a red eye…