Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Mean People

Look what someone commented on my blog...

Wasn't even brave enough to leave their email. Oh well. What do they know!? By the way, I am not correcting the moron's spelling mistakes.

"But what has the JDrF done? Really? They recently announced they have surpased the 1 Billion dollar mark funding diabetes research. With what results? Zero. Has the machine become it's own fuel? I wonder what the parents who founded the JDrF back in 1970 would say. Are their kids still alive? When will this damn disease ever be cured?"

In rebuttal, the women who founded JDRF are still strongly involved. There has been quite a bit of promising research through JDRF not to mention outreach. I believe in JDRF with my entire heart and soul and I know they will be the ones to find us a cure. If you want examples give me your email and I will proudly list the research. Until then, quit being a jerk. If you don't like it. Don't read it.

End rant.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Diabetes Sucks

It is finally Friday. I am in the midst of finishing the last weekend of a fast-track graduate class. I haven't had a weekend in three weeks.

I am feeling a little down today. As I read Kerri's blog I started to feel even more down. We are different. Who thinks about disconnecting their pump during sex? Only us. And we think about this every time. Sometimes, it is just part of my routine, as I reach down to my stomach to disconnect, it seems as if it is no big deal, but as I slowly drop my pump off the side of the bed, the noise as it crashes down to the floor snaps me back into reality of this moment. I am different.

When I am tired at work, is it because I am high? Or is is because I just didn't sleep well last night. Diabetes is a constant. It has to be a part of every thought. Sometimes I just want to quit.

I have been in this slump for a while. I go to the Diabetes OC everyday to feel normal, but I am constantly surrounded by this disease. I see a four year old with their insulin pumps and it makes me sad. Sad that I know they will be 24 like me someday, with these same problems, yet they have no idea. I just want to escape.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Endo Appointment

So, I get to my endo appointment today...

They tell me it is actually tomorrow.

Wow.

So, tomorrow, I go to the endo!

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Why I work for JDRF...

Sometimes I lose sight of my job. I get stressed out, tired, and overworked. In the non-profit world you are always understaffed, therefore, you are always doing twice the work. I often forget that I am there to help find myself a cure. I often forget what the true meaning of my job is.

Then there are moments like these...



She shouldn't have to live with diabetes anymore, neither should I, neither should you.

Help support the search for a cure. It is worth it.

Monday, August 27, 2007

JDRF Walk to Cure Diabetes

You can view my fundraising page, or donate. Just get involved.

See you at the Walk!

Burn Out

I am having a diabetes burn out. I just don't want to do it anymore. I think it is partly because of my job, there is not a second of any day that I am not dealing with having diabetes, or someone else having diabetes. I don't know what to do!

The Walk to Cure Diabetes is in 5 weeks! I am stressed out! Who knew it would be so hard to plan this event. I just hope it turns out okay. You know?

I better get back to work, I just wanted to complain a bit.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Ride to Cure Diabetes


My husband is participating in JDRF's annual Ride to Cure Diabetes in Death Valley, California in October. His fundraising goal is $4,000 and so far he needs $3,900 to go! Please forward this on to anyone you know! Help to find a cure for Type 1 Diabetes and it's complications! Through JDRF I know a cure is coming.
Thanks for the support. I know each of you know how much it means to you when a family member dedicates their time to help your cause. My husband, Joey, has done just that. He is one of the most supportive people in my life and would do anything so that I would not have to live with this chronic disease. Please take the time to view his page. Thanks for reading!

Sunday, April 15, 2007

What is with these low blood sugars??




I woke up the other night to my incredibly rapid heartbeat. I rushed to the kitchen on my adrenaline only. Shakily loaded my glucometer and pricked my finger.

22.

What?

The terror sets in as I immediately feel lower. (Isn't it amazing how seeing the numbers in front of you makes you begin to feel the low.)

Juice. The only thought running through my mind. Juice and air. I felt like I was on fire. My entire body was sweating.

I drank three boxes of juice and proceeded to eat everything that was in sight. I cannot go with out over treating lows like that.

The only thing that was making me feel better was to eat and eat and to sit on the cold ceramic tile with my head in the bottom of the refrigerator.

Finally, as I became coherent, I slowly made my way back to my bedroom and went back to sleep.

The next day all I could think about was how I continued to sleep as I plummeted.

What if I hadn't woken up? What if? Why did it take until 22 to wake me up?

...and now federally funded stem cell research will once again be vetoed. What are we going to do? What if we don't wake up the next time?

Maybe I am just feeling sorry for myself.

Maybe not.

Monday, March 26, 2007

A1c

I have my latest A1c results in...

6.8

Up from 6.6.

I am mad at myself...

I need a diabetes break. Definitely.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Seriously.

I hate wearing my medical alert bracelet. I have been know to refer to it as the Mr. T bracelet. Mine is simple. It is a thin white gold bracelet, with a small id tag, and my name, type 1 diabetes, and my parent's phone number engraved on it. Nonetheless, I still do not like wearing it.

I have only taken this off once since I got it. My mom bought it for me, for my first birthday after I was diagnosed. Most people wouldn't be happy to get something like that for their birthday, but I love getting new diabetes things. I get excited when new pump supplies are in, when I get a new diabetes book, or even when I get a new glucometer. I know, I am a dork.

Never did I believe in the power of the medical alert bracelet, that is, until this past Sunday. I had been traveling for work, I went to the Nebraska JDRF chapter's gala, (by the way, we raised $618,000 in one night, for diabetes research!) and I was finally coming home. My first flight was fine. I ended up in Denver with just enough time to board my connecting flight and head back to Oklahoma. The plane finally took off and I was in the middle seat between two men I had never met in my life. Did I mention, I was traveling alone?

I checked my blood glucose 97. No active insulin in my body.

Perfect, I thought.

After we had been in the air for maybe twenty minutes, I noticed my blood glucose was feeling a little low. Rather than checking again, I just pulled a juice box from my carry-on and drank the entire thing. I went back to reading my book, Needles: A Memoir of Growing Up with Diabetes, if you haven't read this book by Andie Dominick, you should, it is totally worth the read.

I started to feel really hot, and then my knees started to sweat. I knew this was getting bad. The bad lows cause my knees to sweat.

It hadn't been 15 minutes since I had drank my juice, so I figured it was just taking longer to kick in, I didn't want to over do it because I hated to have to run to the restroom on the plane every ten minutes on this two hour flight. Then I started to get extremely dizzy.

I weighed my options, it was either going to be passing out in the middle seat between two guys I don't know, or making it to the back of the plane for assistance from the flight attendant.

I decided to make my way down the aisle.

"Excuse me," I tell the person sitting to my right. He acts annoyed as he has to stand to let me into the aisle.

Holding my pump in my hand and steadying myself with the other, I begin to make my way down the aisle. I begin to panic. I am getting worse by the second. My vision is blurry and I can feel the hot tears of embarrassment sting the back of my eyes.

I make it to the back of the plane. No one is paying attention to me. I lean against the cool wall as the flight attendant turns around to face me.

"Do you need in the bathroom?" she asks.

I shake my head no.

"You can't be back here, return to your seat please," she tells me.

I shake my head no again. This time is it even harder to do.

"Are you okay? Do you need something?" Now she is acting annoyed.

I open my mouth to say juice, but it comes out jumbled. By this time tears are streaming down my face and I feel as if I am going to go down any second. I can't even form words to tell this woman what is wrong with me.

I finally realize, I am wearing my medical alert bracelet. I point to the bracelet.

It occurs to her what is wrong with me.

"Juice?" she asks, looking worried.

I nod my head yes.

She places the orange juice into my shaky hand as I drink as if I have never drank anything before. Within seconds I can feel myself climbing back to normal. The flight attendant immediately tries to usher me to my seat, explaining that she is not allowed to let anyone stand in the back. Worried, I explain to her that I am too hot to go back to my seat.

She tells me she will turn the air on for me, immediately a million sarcastic remarks come to mind, like I didn't already do that. She fills a cup full of ice for me to have and then helps me back to my seat. She explains to the gentlemen I am sitting between about my insulin reaction and checks my air vent, which was already on high, until you experience a low like that, people do not realize how hot you really are. You feel like you are on fire.

The flight attendant redeems herself by checking on me every ten minutes until landing. I am eternally grateful. I cannot imagine where I may have been otherwise. Still embarrassed from the scene I caused, I go back to my book, pretending this ordeal never happened.

Thank you mom for my medical alert bracelet. I now value the use of it and I don't think I will ever complain about it again. If you do not currently have one, I would suggest everyone get one. They are more valuable than you think.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

D.C. Here I come!

So, Friday I leave for Washington, D.C.. I have never been, so I am so excited I can hardly wait. I am sure I will be like a little kid waiting for Christmas and will not be able to sleep the night before. So, now I am inviting information from all of you fellow bloggers. I am only staying the weekend in D.C., so I definitely need to know some places to go, I will be doing the high speed tourism thing and barely seeing each place as I go. On the list is Smithsonian and Holocaust museum, I am welcoming all other suggestions! Please HELP!!!


P.S. I you have not taken action by contacting your representatives in the embryonic stem cell vote, please click here with help of JDRF, or click here with the help of the American Diabetes Association (I did both), to take action on HR 3. It is only a small gesture, but hopefully if we flood their email accounts maybe they will stand up and take notice!