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Surviving diabetes Russian Roulette

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Okay, seriously, who actually carries around a backup insulin plan if their pump fails? Be honest. I don’t. For as long as I’ve had the pump, when I’m out, I’ve solely relied on the pump. I don’t carry a pouch with extra infusions or syringes and spare insulin for just in case (in this heat, would it really survive anyway). I guess you could say it’s almost like a diabetic’s version of Russian Roulette. And today, I nearly got the bullet. It was new infusion day, and as is always the routine, I changed my infusion first thing before breakfast. I also changed my CGM sensor, so I didn’t have access to an approximation of my blood sugars for two hours after doing so. It was a busy morning, I didn’t really have time to think about what my blood sugars were doing inside me until snack time three hours […]

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Sad day

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Pic-a-post #3: If computers and cell phones can change the clocks over automatically, surely the insulin pump industry can to. Behind the times Animas, just saying… While the world over was celebrating get an extra hour weekend this weekend, I was mourning the loss of a dear friend. This friend wasn’t a friend I saw often, in fact she rarely came around, but those times she did were so special, filled with smiles and laughter and warmth, such an incredible warmth. But today, her warmth was iced over. Goodbye waffles, my friend, I will miss you dearly. Image by Foundry Co from Pixabay When Mario woke me up this morning, he asked if I’d be interested in waffles for breakfast. It’s not a question he asks often as he knows I love, love, LOVE the waffles – plain waffles, buttery waffles, fruit laden waffles, syrupy waffles – and that I really

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Travel woes

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I love traveling. I’ve driven across Canada twice, visited several states in the America, have fallen in love with the likes of France, Italy, Spain, Belgium and Germany, and nearly every day I am dreaming of new places to discover. However, traveling doesn’t always love me. Clockwise from top: Florence 2009; Bruge 2010; Paris 2007; Barcelona 2009. As a Type 1 diabetic, I need to know carb counts for everything I eat in order to figure out how much insulin to take. At home, it’s fairly easy. I have product bags and boxes and containers with pertinent nutritional information posted. I also have a carb-counting scale that calculates carbs for a whole range of things, fruit, beans, ice cream, pasta, etc. But on the road, those tools are not readily at my fingertips. Evening dessert: 1 apple = 23.35 carbs, which is rounded down to 23 carbs. At 1 unit

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Happy – uhm – Anniversary

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Just in time for the anniversary, my blood sugars decide to revolt against me – just as they did 24 years ago. Let’s take a walk down memory lane shall we. It was on this date, my friends, that I was offered my last guilt-free, auntie home-baked Mennonite cookie (the best EVER home-baked cookies!) of which I regretfully declined. Hours later I was told no home-baked cookies for you ever again. Bastards! (The docs were a lot more strict back then.) It was also my big sister’s 18th birthday. She’s now 42! Happy Birthday Jules, love you to pieces, and once again I apologize for ruining your birthday 24 years ago. But, in my defense, I was given a faulty pancreas, so really, it wasn’t my fault. Blame the dude upstairs for this one. Jules and I a few years ago with one of our nephews at my big, big brother’s

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One for the bucket, one for the belly

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Everyone told me not to do it, that I’d be far too uncomfortable, miserable even, but I didn’t listen, oh no. Me and my pretty girl gumboots were out picking berries yesterday afternoon in 30 degree heat, oh yes we were. And we looked pretty darn cute doing it too! Life is about fashion after all isn’t it 😉 Mario bought me the gumboots for Christmas three years ago and I haven’t had much opportunity to wear them as they sometimes cut the circulation off in my legs (not good) and really you need the right event to wear them to; they’re not just any old gumboot. I came close, last summer, of being able to wear them to a girlfriend’s outdoor wedding. The morning of the wedding, the rain was coming down in buckets and as I put my frilly sundress on, the excitement in my belly grew. Today

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