4 years and counting

Last night I was reading other blogs and I realized that this month is
when I found out I was a diabetic...time sure flies by when you are
having fun...LOL fun is lack of a better word for diabetes!

I have a very supportive husband! He cooks what I can eat and he tries
to stay away from the things I use to enjoy; he knows I'll be bumbed.

I can't believe 4 years ago...I walked into my Doc's office and found
out I was a diabetic. I cried. I went to the car, called my Mom and
cried. I knew I would be ok.

Now, I am doing good! I have slip ups every now and then, but who
doesn't?
I have come to terms with diabetes and you know what diabetes sucks
but I can't change what I have or who I am. I can change and help
prevent complications. I can take care of myself and I have a grasp of
diabetes and I still have a lot to learn. Diabetes is a inpatient
diease and it doesn't like to be cheated.

That's what I learned about diabetes...I'm sure I'll be learning a
whole lot more

Be Blessed
Cherise
www.diabeticizme.blogspot.com
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Bernard's Blog

Almost every diabetic site I visit or blog I go to, I see Bernard's Blog...So today I decided to visit his blog; I was amazed. His blog is truly a blessing for people who don't know 1 thing about diabetes. His site is also good for people who have diabetes and what to know about new technology and finding a cure. Heck, who knew you could do a1c testing in the privacy of your own home? I didn't...

I am glad I finally clicked on the link to his blog. I learned a lot and I know you will too!

Bug-a-boo Co-worker

Yesterday, when I was at work I pulled out my PDM to check my Bg's and bolus for breakfast. My new co-worker came up to me and said, "You too?". I am thinking what is this lady talking about you too. She came up to me and gave me a hug and said POOR BABY; mind you I just met this lady last week. I don't mean to be rude but come on...Please don't feel sorry for me, I don't. She said, " You have diabetes?". I let her know I did. She said, "You take insulin?". I said, "Yes." I placed the strip in my PDM and she said, "wow! you don't have to use that much blood?"...lol by this time I am irritated, she was standing over my shoulder and my PDM read 150. She said,"Wow! that's high." I let her know that it was ok. I was controlled; I didn't want to tell her I take meds in the AM and it causes a slight increase in my bg's, after all that is none of her business.

I think the thing that ticked me off is after she told me my bg's were high, she reached over and grabbed a glazed donut! How can you tell me my BG's are high at 150 and you are eating a glazed donut, didn't check your bg's after you did it...what's up with that???

Venting

Aunt Dottie

The past few mornings my fasting Bg's have been 100 or higher; which
is really too high for me! My Diabetic budddies over at Tudiabetes.com
helped me figure it all out! It was Aunt Dottie all along. I was
worried and stressed out about nothing!!!
Aunt Dottie sure does cause major problems!!! I guess not just bad
Tudes but it can bring out the worst Bg's.

Be Blessed
Cherise
www.diabeticizme.blogspot.com
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What I learned today

Lesson 1: I will not be putting Polly Pod on my arm again. This morning I had to change my site for the Omnipod. I decided to place it on my arm; for me bad choice. I bumped it once, it stayed on. I bumped my arm a second time, this time against the door and Polly Pod almost fell off. I actually thought I liked it on my arm but I was wrong...lol

Lesson 2: Everyday at lunch I go for a walk, it's about 1 mile or 1.5 miles. I was walking w/ my friend and I realized I forgot to set my temp basal. My friend asked me if I wanted to go back. I don't her no I would be ok. Towards the end of our walk, I realized a made a huge mistake. I could feel my BG's drop. I also left my glucose tabs at the office...another bad mistake. Luckily, I made it back to my job w/ my BG's at 70; God was looking out for me. "Never for get the Temp Basal and glucose tabs while walking."


Cherise

Picture: Scott (husband), Niya and Me