On Saturday I decided to give my abdomen a rest and try doing a site on the front of me thigh. Everything seemed ok, it didn't even hurt going in. Sure, my insulin intake was higher than normal and I bumped up my basal a lot, but I had just gotten my period and it was the weekend, so I was carb heavier than during the week. No problem, leg site is working out great.

Until I woke up this morning at 177. WHAT?!? I went to bed at 175 with 1.7 until of IOB. What's up with that? Well, I…

The facts:

Turn basal off at 5 pm, BG is 139

At 7 pm, BG is 86, eat whole wheat bread and peanut butter - 20g carbs

At 7:15 pm, do 35 minutes of VERY HIGH hills on the treadmill at brisk walk

At 7:55, BG is 118

At 8:00 pm, decide to do yoga class, drink 5 sips of Powerade - 10g carbs?

At 9:00 pm, end awful yoga class, BG is 149

At 9:05 pm, go home feeling like I missed the mark again.

The theories:

For just the 35…

I've had a pretty good week, I've gotta say. I started doing the Couch to 5k running program last Tuesday, which has gotten me into the gym for at least 30 minutes of good cardio every day for the past week, and the results have been FABULOUS for my blood sugar. I've dropped my basal .05 units/hour, and I turn my pump off for at least two hours a day before exercise. My total daily dose is coming in around 17 - 23 units. I'm very happy with these results.

I'm still having…

I've been doing this diabetes thing myself for about 1.5 years now. I've lived with my mom's own brittle T1 diabetes for the 22.5 years that preceeded my own diagnosis. I know all about fluctuating sugars and…

Dear Batman,

We've had five wonderful weeks together. True, these last 37 days haven't all been smooth sailing, but I think you'll agree with me that the growing pains are nearing their end.

Some may say we were foolish kids to get so close so quickly. I mean, come on, we were living together after that first fateful date at the pump trainer's! I don't care how you slice it, that's a pretty quick transition. One minute you were…

I used to dread going to the eye doctor. I'd put it off until my prescription became really ineffective. Until reading signs became a problem and movies were a blur. A visit to the eye doctor meant those hateful lines of letters and an undeniable feeling of failure. The doctor, so close to your face you can smell him, asking you "Number one,…

I am a Type I diabetic. I have all sorts of anti-pancreas antibodies floating around in my blood. My pancreas no longer produces insulin. I guess it doesn't produce amylin anymore, either, but we haven't really examined that. Broken pancreas - I get it.

Based on the whole broken pancreas, I would expect my body to no longer be able to process both ingested glucose from food and the naturally occuring stuff my liver makes. Check. Can't do…

Also, I've been throwing away around 50-80 units of unused insulin with each set change.

The tweaking and learning is fun, but it's getting pretty wasteful. For a poor…

I started on my pump on Wednesday afternoon. I've been connected to this little guy ever since. He's lived in my pockets, on my waistband, and in my bra.

He's tried on clothes with me and seen me naked.

He's becoming less of a stranger and more of a mutual aquaintence. My friend Diabetes thought we might get along and fixed us up. I think he's well on his way to becoming a trusted friend and confidant.

Here are some of my first observations:

1. I've…

In other news, I start my pump tomorrow morning. Here's the crazy stuff running through my head now.

- I stopped my Levemir. I'm interested to see what my blood sugar does over the next 18 hours.

- I'm…

With November apparently being the month of acronyms and resolutions, I hearby declare my November

It's been 1 year and 20 pounds since I was diagnosed with diabetes. Ok, 30 pounds. Which is as big as a CHILD. Like a fully functional, talking, walking child. This must go. It's time to abandon this freeloader of an unwanted kid. And I'm leaving it at the gym.

If all goes according to plan, I will be starting on my pump on Wednesday. That's…

Here goes, all tested within about 5 minutes:

Left ring finger - 98

left big toe - 102

left palm -107 (and painful!)

left forearm - couldn't produce big enough sample

right ring finger - 97

abdomen - couldn't produce big enough sample

right heel - couldn't produce big enough sample

I gave up…

I picked a model (Animas 2020) and a color (black).

It's coming on Thursday.

I'M GETTING MY PUMP ON THURSDAY!!! WOO HOO!!!

Ummm, but I haven't actually talked to my doctor about all of this yet. See there was a really strong chance that my company was going to be switching insurance providers by Nov. 1, and I wanted to make sure I got the major purchase in under the wire. And my doc DID fill out the Animas prescription form…

First, I didn't want to go on insulin injections. I was diagnosed with diabetes at the age of 23, and I didn't want to shoot myself. I'm too old for that, I must be Type 2 right? Some kind of skinny, freaky Type 2 that DOESN'T NEED INSULIN! But I got sick of all the high numbers and got a new doctor who stood up to me. Then, with another new doctor who was absolutely convinced I was Type 1, I didn't want…

1. Pretty, functional, accurate glucose monitoring watch.

2. Implantable, discrete insulin delivery device

3. Magic technology to have to two communicate and treat, but with my ultimate oversight

4. A carb wand that measures and then negates the carbs in any food

5. Insulin for weight loss

6. Stem cell breakthrough in the next 2 years, on the market in the next 3, covered by…

Just found out that my health insurance will only cover a pump and pump-y supplies at 75%. This means a typical cost to me of $1300 for the pump and $100/month in supplies. I am ridiculously discouraged about this. Like earth shatteringly sad.

First, I get it - 75% is better than nothing. Sure, God bless CareFirst for covering me and all that. But…

I ate granola bars for breakfast (a lifelong addiction to Nature Valley Oats and Honey)

Heaven was a Turkey Terrific sandwich on white Portuguese bread (I think there's crack in it)

By day, I was drinking Nantucket Nectars (my favorite, plus when in Rome...)

By night, I was drinking Life is Good (a deceptively tasty blend of alcohol and Red Bull)

So I had to pee a lot, no big deal (probably a UTI)

I was fitting in…