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.