Oh, how I loved Laugh-In.
How in the hell has so much time passed?! It feels like just yesterday I
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| Thursday, 02 December 2010 09:12 | |||
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Today marks the 17th anniversary of my diagnosis - 17 whole years, kids! Years of all the stabbing, poking, and bloodletting involved in the maintenance of my Type 1 jalopy. Years of battling the food 5-0, keeping up with advances in medical technology, and becoming more engaged in the D community. Years in which I somehow shifted from a 15-year-old kid whammied by the fickle finger of fate to a self-sufficient adult who might be a little more cyborg than she'd like.
Oh, how I loved Laugh-In. How in the hell has so much time passed?! It feels like just yesterday I was sobbing in Hannaford's jelly aisle, totally overwhelmed at all the sugar in the foods I loved to eat, completely unable to wrap my head around my brand-new disease, and feeling oh-so-alone and incapable of handling things. And now here I am, writing a dblog post while plugged in to my pump and Dexcom, smugly pleased that the cheese I just noshed should have zero effect on my current smooth-sailing CGM graph.
I love cheese WAY more than Laugh-In. Mmm. Cheese. 1. Not beat myself up so much. It's counterproductive, and I'd like to avoid bursting into tears at my next endo appointment when I get good news. (Bad news? No promises. But good news?! That's just ridiculous.)
2. Test more often, and more randomly. My meter is a solid 10-20 points higher than Dex because I test more often when I'm trying to bludgeon my BG down into a normal range. 3. Prioritize staying in touch with you crazy, wonderful, cupcake- and bacon-obsessed DOC folks. It's important. It keeps me focused...but not stalker- or serial killer-level focused. More like a relaxed, calm person who's in control but not insane about it focused. 4. Move more. My BGs will thank me for it. 5. Buy new gear: an updated medical ID tag, and a less fugly meter case.
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