Time for another nail biting appointment, and sadly I have just a few pages logged to show him. Hope for the best. To make matters even more interesting, I went to a pump co.'s intro to pumping class, just to see one up close and personal. Yesterday the pump rep calls me and says he's talked to my endo about me. CAN HE DO THAT? I wasn't close to ready to actually approach my doc about it, because I'm still so on the fence. Now I'm embarassed, and I hope the doc won't bring it up. Apparently all… Continue

After reading a forum post from Chick Lin, I have to say my mood has much improved. I have been terribly down lately, since the realization that this diabetes thing is not going away. It took me a long time for that simple fact to actually be processed. It's almost inexplainable. Like with any other illness, I truly thought, I'll take my medication...I'LL GET BETTER. I listened to what my doc and educators tell me about it being a chronic illness, but somehow I DON"T HEAR THEM. Later, I'm… Continue

Just when you think you have a pretty good handle on everything, things get crazy. I'm starting to think there can never be a pattern, or a norm or even an answer to how blood sugar rises and falls. I've decided that diabetes is very, very sneaky!



It started when I randomly checked my blood sugar right after I woke up and got a reading of 257. What?!? I thought my meter had gone loopy. Everyday previous to that one, I checked my BS about an hour after I wake up, before I take a shot… Continue

This must not be my greatest year. I saw a new primary care doctor last week, for a "meet & greet" appointment. Instead she did a physical much to my dismay. It all started with the phrase "you look pale, are you anemic?' In truth, I've been anemic in the past, I thought due to my vegan diet. She decided to run full metabolic panel and check for iron and b12 deficiencies. Because I'm now type 1, she ran parietal cell antibodies test, and lo and behold I'm anemic. Iron deficient and… Continue

So often, I feel like I'm alone in this. I forget that others are having the same feelings, frustrations, and struggles. It's such an invisible disease that you can't tell by just looking at someone. Then there's a reminder, like yesterday, when I ran at the outdoor neighborhood track. I put the key in my car to open the door, ready to test and go home, and I look down and see a Freestyle test strip lying on the pavement. It made me feel less alone.