Insulin pump

Planks, they do a body good

Diabetes, Training, Uncategorized

What Pilates, evil crunches, and straight diet couldn’t do for me, Coach NZ and Little Ring have! A series of events have recently occurred leading me to believe those two are serious miracle workers! (1) CALL THE DOCTOR: Princess: “I think I need to see the doctor?” Big Ring: “Why?” Princess: “I think something’s wrong with my belly; it doesn’t feel right.” Big Ring: “What do you mean?” Princess: “Feel it. It’s hard.” With his hand on my stomach, he gave me a questionable look, not understanding my fear at all. Princess: “It’s never been hard before, it’s always been soft. This is NOT normal!!!” (2) THERE WILL BE BLOOD: For the past few weeks, I’ve been struggling to insert infusions in my stomach, which has almost always been my go-to site for the infusions and before that the daily injections. I’ve been fighting to find a comfortable spot, I’ve […]

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Unlocking the T-1 shackles

Diabetes, Uncategorized

A Cure… It would mean I could live freely without people looking at me with pity in their eyes, or telling me tales about their grandma who had her foot amputated because of diabetes, or of a friend of a friend whose blood sugars went so low while in the shower, he passed out and drowned, or of an acquaintance who had a heart attack while pregnant because of her diabetes… It would mean I could eat freely without others telling me how to eat, that I could reach for a piece of chocolate, or a cookie, or a scoop of ice cream without family members, friends and strangers – all with outdated information – questioning, and or admonishing, whether it wise I ingest such sweet treats… It would mean I could run freely without worrying about my blood sugars crashing, or having to calculate how much to reduce my

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New kid on the block

Diabetes, Uncategorized

For someone who doesn’t like change, my gawd, I sure did make a HUGE one this week. After nearly three years, and two identical replacements, there’s a new pump in town my friends. Gone is the tried-and-true, goes-with-everything, boring black beauty (which really isn’t so beautylicious these days), and in her place, an in-your-face, eye-popping, green hornet of a new insulin pump. That’s right, GREEN! A pump with pizazz. A couple weeks ago I noticed that the rubber covering over the arrow buttons on my pump was peeling back, and given that we’re going into the rainy season here on the West Coast, and that I typically wear my pump on my pant pockets, I thought uh oh, probably not the best thing to have the mechanics of the pump fully exposed. That just will not do. I emailed Animas last weekend and within 45 minutes I had a customer

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Sleepless in Baby Town

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You know you’ve turned into a zombie when… You forget to put deodorant on consecutive days in a row… You eat dinner with your breast (which was just used as an appetizer for the little one) hanging out the entire time… You spend a good portion of the morning packing a lunch, book, and breast pump for your first day sans Little Ring only to forget the bag on the city bus… You can’t figure out the simplest of Facebook tasks, like how to delete a status mistake, that otherwise you’d have no problem doing on much more rested days…. You spend a good hour trying to find out what the heck is beeping, thinking for sure it’s the barbecue needing more gas, only to realize later, it was you who was beeping the whole time… well, the 10 units left alarm on the insulin pump, that is…. And you

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Because I can

Diabetes, Pregnancy in Diabetes, Uncategorized

When I walked into that studio I had fear in my eyes and trepidation in my heart. Sure I’ve posed for thousands of photos in my 34 years and, with a photographer for a husband, I have become quite adept at getting that picture-perfect shot. But the studio, that was different. The lonely life of a model… There were strobe lights, soft-box lights, small lights, large lights, blinding lights. There were tripods, wind machines, a giant, white, half-pipe backdrop. And then, there was me, my purple stretch mark attacked belly, and the cameras. Oh, and one more thing: My insulin pump. I went into this studio session feeling nervous as hell, like seriously, I was shaking, I was sweating, I had butterflies in my belly that were overpowering the kickboxing moves of thumb-sucking alien baby. But thanks to Big Ring and his superhero photo talents, I left feeling empowered. With

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