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

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

Recently, I had to go to the ER. (That’s a whole other story that involved Altitude Sickness. That was fun, stay tuned) When I got out, I jokingly made a comment to someone who obviously didn’t know me very well, how nice of an ER it was! (It really was! Go Yampa, CO!) After the confused look faded from her face, she asked me how many times I had been in the hospital. Well, I didn’t even count that visit as a “hospital” since, after all, I didn’t get admitted. I had only been

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

“I’m still mad at t1d since last night” Yup. That’s a real quote from Moony. (Don’t mind the nicknames) He, like so many other people, didn’t fully understand the struggles that come along with Type 1. We were talking one night about the upcoming walk, and the team shirts and blah, blah and I could tell it was actually bothering him. Not the walk of course, but the whole situation to why the walk was needed. After we got off the phone that night…that was the text I got in the