So I’ve given up calling posts “Wordless Wednesday” because I’m pretty sure I am never, ever Wordless. Instead I’ve come up with “What’s That Wednesday” since I always show you a picture and then proceed to explain it.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what I use to treat my lows. I’ve gotten pretty sick of juice over the years. I’ve also gotten tired of glucose tablets, even delicious
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When I was younger, and the Exchange Diet ruled diabetes management, my mom carefully weighed and measured everything I ate. A small food scale was a permanent and much used fixture in our kitchen, as was the multi-colored set of
As I sit down to write this post, I realize I haven’t really done a very good job at blogging about my Enlite sensor experience. I guess the reason is that I seem to only blog about problems. I just don’t feel inclined to write a post saying “Hey, everything is good and I have nothing to say”. And, of course, I always feel like the minute I blog about how perfect something is going, it all
It was lunch-time on Friday at Friends for Life. (Or maybe it was Thursday. I’m not exactly sure because the days kind of blur together in a rush of activity and fun and exhaustion. But I’m pretty sure it was Friday, our second official day of FFL sessions.) As I checked my blood sugar and dosed for my food, one of the hotel’s dining room attendants struck up a conversation. It was obvious
I’ve spent the last week with what I can best describe as a Friends for Life Hangover. Lethargic, moody, emotionally achy and just feeling the need to avoid the internet. Don’t get me wrong, I love the DOC and am so grateful to be able to connect on-line any time day or night. But there is something crazy special about being in the same room, talking face to face, and hugging it out.