Diabetes Classes

I never had Diabetes classes before. I wish I would have… for me, for my father. I wish I would’ve known more about this disease and how to control it back then, before he died. And he was good, really disciplined, so what happened? Lack of information? Lack of resources? But I can’t turn back time, and I can’t regret the past or get stuck in it. I still can do things for me, thinking of my father; and knowing wherever he is, he wants me to be healthy.

I’m going to my first Diabetes class today. I’m looking forward to learning as much as I can, but also getting to meet other people in the area who are dealing with the disease. I love making part of online communities, but it’s nice to meet locals I can become friends with.

I better go and get lunch ready so I can leave early. 🙂

Two Digits!

I’m so happy… so happy! Small battle won today. After almost two weeks of seeing three digits on my glucometer screen, today I got an 86 before dinner. I just wanted to share. 🙂 Wow… 4 posts today. Heh!

And then there’s sadness…

My husband and I are very active in the online community. We both keep weblogs (that’s how we met!), belong to different message boards, have made friends this way, and we enjoy it. I asked him to join TuDiabetes.com, so he can get informed and keep up to date with everything diabetes related.

He joined the community, and he posted a blog entry today. I read it, and I cried. I cried because I’ve been putting on this happy, optimistic face, but sometimes I do feel overwhelmed, cheated, and I wonder why on earth I had to inherit my dad’s disease. Not to mention the guilt for being a diabetic and making my husband worry about me.

I feel especially frustrated when I test my BG and it isn’t anywhere near normal. The numbers given by my diabetes educator don’t seem right; I know they can be lower, I know I can go lower; yet there is something missing for me to attain them. So I get upset and cry, I do anxiety eating, and I ingest more carbs than suggested (not a lot, but certainly not what the doctor wants.) It’s a vicious cycle I have to break by doing other things instead of going to the kitchen. But it’s more complicated than that.

For what is worth, I’m glad to have found communities where I can share my thoughts and get help. And I’m extremely thankful for having a man in my life who will do whatever he has to do to help me.

Excellent Service: SafeSittings

Found in TuDiabetes.com:

SAFESITTINGS is a nationwide website that makes available teens with Type 1 diabetes as babysitters for children with diabetes. These teens have been managing their own care for many years. They understand the dangerous highs ands lows inherent in the disease and have the skills to test blood sugars, give insulin injections, adjust insulin pumps and treat hypoglycemia.

Ouch, my toe!

One of the things that gets on my nerves the most about diabetes is hurting my feet. I try to take good care of them, putting on cream every day, not going for pedicures (fungus… eeek!) and such. Accidents do happen, though; like this morning when I cut open my right pinky toe opening the door. I saw little stars… It hurt so much, and then the bleeding. Had to clean it, put on a band-aid, and watched it get the red spot.

It’s better now. Let’s hope it heals fast.

The Reality of Nerve Damage

Even in pre-diabetes, high blood glucose levels can cause nerve damage. I think I went non-controlled for too long, and now I’m facing the consequences. My Carpal Tunnel Syndrome has gotten worse in the past few months and it has been driving me nuts during the last two weeks. The lack of sleep, the pain, the numbness… It’s annoying, it’s my fault.

I’m now sleeping with bracelets and it has helped a lot. I’m also undergoing a nerve study hopefully soon because my rheumatologist told me it would be a good idea. Hello? I’m typing and I can feel the tingling. I’m taking anti-inflammatory meds already and it seems to be working. I’m being tested for Lupus, but I seriously think it’s all diabetes-related.

Anyway, it’s just reality knocking on my door. At least my levels are “normal” now.

Back from Chicago, and OMG!

We had a pretty busy and eventful weekend. Stupid move: I didn’t bring my glucometer with me. I took my meds religiously, but the meter would’ve come very handy on Saturday afternoon when we got into a nasty car accident.

We were riding with a friend to the store, when a guy came out of a parking lot and hit us pretty hard. Thankfully nobody got injured, but I’m sure my blood glucose went up from the stress. I know when it’s high, I feel weird. Not to mention there was as birthday party to attend… and the FOOD… Anyway…

I’m glad to be home and back to my routine. I’ll make sure I keep posting on this weblog.

Every 10 Seconds

“Every 10 seconds…” is a short film exploring the devastating impact of the global [tag]diabetes epidemic[/tag]. Produced by award-winning Danish company FilmSolutions on behalf of the [tag]International Diabetes Federation[/tag] (IDF) and the [tag]World Diabetes Foundation[/tag] (WDF), this seven-minute movie explains why the global diabetes [tag]community[/tag] joined forces to champion the passage of the [tag]United Nations Resolution[/tag] on diabetes.