Wellllllll we visited Riker’s Island recently. Yeeaaa, THAT Riker’s Island. Would I have ever guessed I’d go there? Big. Fat. No. In fact, I most likely would’ve said “hah! Never!” If asked. Buuut there I was…. When I was in the hospital for having my son, one of the nurses asked if I liked being on my pump and explained she’d been trying for years to get her sister to try. “I’d never go back to shots” I remember telling her. I love Ollie. He’s the little robot leach I never
Well…. this post comes to you live from the ICU. Ugh. Been in the ICU for about 16 hours now… after finally heading to the ER after 3 days of sugars being wonky. Annnnnd by wonky I mean, i would go from a good ol sugar of 127 and then BAM drop down to 27 in the middle of the night. Then I’d shoot up to 300s *even when* I wouldn’t gorge on candy and carbs like I wanted to. So now, here I sit. And wait. And wait. Annnnnnd wait. And it’s frustrating!! I try to be patient, espe
Whenever I’m having an off day, it tends to read alllllll over my face. I don’t just mean just the “blahs” of not feeling good but the overall sugar spikes and roller coasters can be seen on my face. I swear people can see the track marks from the bus that just hit me. My one manager in particular is a champ at calling me out on it. I rarely ever tell anyone at work what my numbers are, or how my day is going diabetes wise because, well? Frankly it doesn’t matter. I’m there t
You feel the haze start to come over you. It starts at the top of your brain and it’s almost like you can see the shade being pulled down. Slowly, you feel your body start to feel heavy. Sluggish. Your mind is now foggy and as much as you try to sort out your thoughts- you just can’t. Everything somehow feels….grey. Your vision gets fuzzy and nothing is making sense. People are talking to you and you don’t know what they’re saying. You feel yourself fall deeper. You’re slippi
I’m that really annoying diabetic who will get mad at you for telling me I can’t eat a bowl of Mac n’ cheese and then make sure I’m drinking diet soda. People always seem to assume I’m trying to make some point when I do this. But that’s not the case!!
Let me explain: To me, carb counting is second nature. I could (and probably do) count carbs in my sleep, bolus with my eyes closed and most times be a-okay. Buuuuuuut I, personally, don’t do as well when we’re talking sugar s
Over 19 years ago I got handed a war. I was given the ultimate challenge and told if I didn’t fight, every single day, for the rest of my life – I wouldn’t just lose that war. I would lose my life. Over 19 years ago I accepted that my life would no longer be the same. No, I wasn’t happy about it. Yes, I had days and weeks of denial. No, I didn’t want to fight and there are days when I still don’t. But yes. Yes, I continued to prick my finger. Take the syringe and plunge it i
Well, the inevitable happened- had an ER visit this past Monday. It was back to business as usual for me – sugar spiked for no apparent reason, I did bolus, waited, rechecked – still high. We’re talking 400s high. Which means we’re also talking “I-feel-like-I’m-about-to-fall-over high” since (thankfully!) I hadn’t been like that in a while. So right off the bat, I was thankful I was no longer used to that feeling and I was mad because… well – it was completely kicking my boot
I know everyone has em. Whether it’s having a rough day at school or work, getting screwed over on something or… the diabetic blues.
Yup. I think that’s a thing. In fact I know it is.
I try my best to put on my game face every morning and not let my chronic, invisible disease get to me. But, I’m human. And on days where my numbers aren’t making sense and when I know I’m 100% on my diet, drinking my water and testing my sugars and I STILL can’t get my sugars regulated – it ge
I hate it. I’m not good with numbers. I don’t like numbers. I want words. Sentences. Paragraphs. Something I can see and understand and even recite back! I can punch the same phone number 6x in a row and not remember more than the first 3 numbers. Couldn’t tell ya why. I’ve just always been that way. Then, the other day, my husband, Moony was getting Ollie ready for me. I reminded him I needed 125 units in the pump, not 100 since we’re pregnant (SURPRISE!) and I always need m
Ever had someone say something to you that made you so mad that you vowed to never forget it for the rest of your life? Not to harbor bad feelings, not to make yourself feel worse, and sure as hell not to relive that day and the emotions…but to remind yourself that you will never let anyone make you feel like that again. A couple weeks ago at work I got told I was the “biggest disappointment of 2015“. After my big head-honcho boss told me this, I sat for about 2 second before
Well…I went to the endo yesterday and my head is still spinning. As I’ve said before, I love love love my endo now. He’s understanding, patient and lets me tell him exactly what’s going on- no need to lie. It’s great.
With everything going on lately, I finally asked something that I’ve been avoiding asking for…a long time. I honestly am not even sure what made me ask it finally…but after sitting there with him for a little bit I heard the words “So what do you think about th
Cliffs of Maher Last week, Moony and I took an adventure to Ireland! Needless to say, when we first booked it- i was beyond excited. A 6 day Ireland adventure with my best friend? Yes. I was sold. I honestly hadn’t even thought about the diabetic aspect of it until about a month out. Would security be different since I was going to another country? Would customs be tough with the insulin and pods? It sure wasn’t going to stop me (I was going to see rogue sheep after all!!) bu
In the past couple of months, there’s been tons of controversy over the whole Caitlin Jenner situation and the Woman of the Year title. Now, I am in noooo way commenting on that at all. I just think it’s funny how people take their difference stances on it. Some people are calling her “brave” and others are saying she just wants attention. That got me thinking about what it meant to actually be brave. Bravery: brae-ver-ee; noun
Courageous behavior or character.
This past Saturday the Bean’s Betes team walked in the One Walk in Beacon, NY. It was raining, cold, and had the threat of a hurricane. Yup, you read that correctly – a hurricane. But my team was there and representing proudly! We had 12 people walking and braving the weather for such a great cause. Team Bean’s Betes! The turn out as a whole wasn’t as amazing as last year but none the less, it was incredible to see the outpouring of love and support from people. Omnipod had t
Ever wondered what an OmniPod looks like on the inside? I found out for us haha Yesterday I got a call from a weird number…naturally I didn’t pick up. (stranger danger!!) I listened to the voicemail and it was a message on Insulet Corporation about my Omnipods. Apparently, there’s a voluntary recall on some of the pods. My next action? I Google-d. This is what I found: (excerpts from Omnipod voluntary recall info ) “Insulet Corporation (Insulet or the Company) initiated a lo
BAM Screenshot of his flight itinerary.
So, in 3 days Pickle the Texan will be returning to NY to attend a JDRF walk. My JDRF walk. To support such a great cause. To support me.
It’s absolutely crazy. In fact, “crazy” isn’t even the word. I don’t even know what is! (And I’m rarely at a loss for words!) It reiterated what I’ve been realizing more and more lately:
I have some pretty freakin’ amazing people in my life.
My endocrin system may have failed me with
What a freakin’ stupid statement!! What exactly does a diabetic look like ma’am?! Holy crapzoids- it took everything in me to not ask my client that the other day. Let me back up…. I’m in the car industry. (Now, before you go and visualize some middle-age man with a horrible suit and comb over…times have changed. I assure you: I don’t have a comb over, nor a horrible polyester suit) As I’ve said 239857x- I work for a great company. One that truly looks out for its’ clients an
Sooo Moony calls me “Kool Aid”. It’s weird. I dig it. haha
One day he tells he got me a little something. Interesting...
After he says that, he tells me he wants it to be a surprise so he won’t tell me what it is…
Not an hour later he sent me a picture of what it was. (Apparently surprises aren’t his forte)
It was a “Kool Aid Liquid”. Cherry flavored. It was cute. Kinda, sorta odd- but cute. THEN! He goes: “0 sugar”. Boom.
“Cute” just turned to “awesome” I can’t even ma
Hypernatremia: noun. hy-per-na-tre-mia
: the presence of an abnormally high concentration of sodium in the blood A smidgeybit back, Moony wanted to make dinner. It was a crazy, sweet gesture. It’s something that I’m definitely not used to. I’m the kinda gal that takes care of people and I am not used to being taken care of. In fact, people doing things for me kind of makes me uncomfortable…
Never before did I know that sodium poisoning was a real thing.
Ahh, those three little letters that can strike fear into anyone who knows what the heck it is! Whenever anyone asks me what DKA is- I’m always reeeaaal hesitant to tell them. I mean, it’s some seriously scary stuff! But, like everything with this blog- I want it all out there. So….let’s talk Diabetic ketoacidosis. Let’s get this part out of the way: yes, it’s life threatening. It results from a lack of insulin (to this I always say “duh”). What then happens is the body switc