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
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
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
No, no. Sadly, my eyes are brown- not a pretty green. But, every now and then I sure become that green-eyes monster my parents used to talk about…
I’m rarely a jealous person. In fact, I’m one of those who when things go right for people, sit there like “woot woot! About damn time!”. Buuuut, I’m not perfect. For a while I would just get angry about the situation I’m about to bring up. It was recently I discovered why… To be honest, I’m not sure how to bring this one up… so I
I’m a firm believer in and preacher of “no one ever promised fair”. Point blank. But sometimes even I sit there like “you’ve got to be kidding me universe!”
As of said before I was the poster child for anti-pump living. “Was” being the key word there. Now, as I stare at my pdm screen reading; I’m furious. Legit, furious.
Let’s back up a smidgeybit and paint the scene:
It’s Saturday. A HUGE day for the car industry. I’m not feeling that great. As I sit at my desk after our
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
Some people think it’s weird that I name my cars (currently I have Bruce and before that was Carlos)
Then, they find out I also named my coffee maker (Kenny) and my fridge (Ralph). All of a sudden? The car doesn’t seem so weird does it? haha
When I first got my Omnipod, I had a hard time accepting it. (see one of my first posts: gettin over the pump slump) Part of what helped me was accepting that he was now a part of me. Soo – I named him. Ollie. Ollie the OmniPod. My fri
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
I try to look at it differently now since it really is a victory of sorts! Another year of not letting the diabetes defeat me. Another year of sticking to my guns and not giving up. Don’t get me wrong- today was still a really rough day for me. I still thought about what life would be like if I never had the disease. What decisions would I have made differently? Would I still love chocolate? (Man, I looooved chocolate before I was diagnosed) Would my childhood memories of sle
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.
My wifey and I have been through it all. And I mean, everything. She’s my rock. My common sense. My shoulder to cry on and my my biggest supporter. She’s one of verrrrryy few people who keep it real with me 100% of the time for 100% of the situations. She’s literally seen me at my very worst: crawling to the bathroom to throw up when I was in DKA and refusing to go to the ER. She is the sister I never had, so I did the next best thing- I made her my wifey! haha It was weird h