Type-1 diabetes: Battling the BG uglies
When the BG gods are against you, there’s only one thing to do: fight like a bat out of hell to get through it!
Type-1 diabetes: Battling the BG uglies Read More »
BG
Sometimes…
Sometimes I don’t want to stop. Sometimes I’m in the thick of a really great book, and I don’t want to stop. Sometimes I’m in the middle of writing a killer sentence, and I don’t want to stop. Sometimes I’m climbing down the Eiffel Tower in the twilight hours, and I don’t want to stop Sometimes I’m in the depths of a needed sleep, and I don’t want to stop. Sometimes I’m at 8.5 km of a strong 10 km run, and I don’t want to stop. Sometimes I’m hurting with joy, giggling so hard with my boy, and I don’t want to stop. I can see the words on the screen go blurry. I can feel the letters in my book as they punch me in the face with every bounce across the page they make. I can sense the happy flutters in my belly being strangled into sickening
Cooking up a baby hiker
As many of you know, Big Ring is convinced we’re having a cyclist, not just a thumb-sucking alien baby, but a world-class cyclist, like a baby Mark Cavendish, or Andy Schleck, or Jeannie Longo kind of cyclist. But me, I’m pretty sure we got a hiker on our hands. Here me out on this. I had to stop running early in the pregnancy, because the activity, no matter how tempered or short it was drastically dropped my blood sugars to near comatose state. I took up the walking, much to my chagrin, but still, no matter how boring that snail’s pace activity was, my blood sugars almost always bottomed out with that one as well. (Maybe the kid was so bored, it had to add some low BG excitement into the mix.) So I pulled out Mr. Foldy, figuring not only would I be sprucing up my athletic pursuits, but
Cooking up a baby hiker Read More »
Goodbye hand cramps
It’s only taken 24 years – nearly a quarter of a century of nagging, eye rolling, chastising, throwing up arms in exasperation, cajoling, negotiating before I finally found a BG log book that would actually entice me to regularly record my readings. And I would have gone another 24 years easy (I’m not stubborn, not at all) had it not been for the recent discovery of Maxwell Software’s Glucose Companion iPhone app. I may be a good diabetic, but it didn’t matter what the doctors, the specialists, the nurses, the moms said or did, I was not going to write my blood sugars down. I have spent many years frantically recording my blood sugars on the night before my specialist’s appointment, or even worse, on the drive in. And every one always rolled their eyes, commenting that wouldn’t it be easier if I just wrote them down when I took
Goodbye hand cramps Read More »