Diabetes Made Visible

I won something!!!!


In other news, I posted my first two photos to the Diabetes Made Visible pool on Flickr. Here are the links... check them out, I added lots of notes.

For those who don't have Flickr, the first photo is of my pink bag, which houses my meter and various other things (more detail on Flickr, sorry) and the second is a close up of the quarter located at the bottom left of the first photo. On the quarter is a smudge of blood. For anyone nerdy enough to care, it's a Colorado quarter :)




For anyone paying attwho is curious, I'm no longer "sick," but still cough on occasion. hmmph. If it progresses, I'll see a doctor for another opinion!

That's all for now, it's way late for me to still be up (I know, it's not even 11pm but I've been really busy!)

131

That number represents failure to me. So do 324 and 287 and 304 in the a.m. Where's the easy button!!!!

Why are all the amazing foods and beverages so stinkin' bad for us?
and if you're in New England, don't settle for any other brand. Hood is well worth the price! This is a huge symbol of Christmas for me. When I was little my mom and I used to make our own, but it was never THIS good.

The holidays certainly do throw a wrench in all efforts to become more healthy. I'm coming to grips with this. I consider myself in the planning stages of action. I'll get there, but it's just not my moment yet.

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Today, I was lazy (this laziness thing has something to do with our previous topic). Had I bolused for breakfast I would have been completely out of insulin (including the 11 units they don't tell you about). Not feeling like changing my site at my desk, I injected. I did the same for lunch and changed my set when I got home from work. I loathed injections before my pump. They were the cause of the majority of my diabetes angst! Now, I opt for injections over site changes. All things in perspective, I suppose.

Getting it done

I'm slipping.
And they say it's a slippery slope.

You see, way back when, I'd debate whether or not to take an injection before going to sleep. A dangerous question if answered wrong. Most times I took the shot. A few times, I didn't. Oh well, I wake up a little thirsty, right. And 20 years down the road loss of vision. ugh.

Tonight, I sit here really comfortable-like and the beeping of my pump reminds me that my reservoir is low and has been for hours. The dashes an indication that I'm scraping the bottom.

I'm tired. I'm sick and tired of site changes and insulin vials, of beeping machines attached to my body, of counting carbs and of this disease.

But it's the unknown complications and battles that the future holds that dictate the necessity of dragging my butt off this couch, digging out a reservoir and a site, finding my blue inserter device and getting it done.

Isn't that what it's all about, every day--Getting it done?