Sugar Free vs. Regular

One ice cream cone is sugar free, one is regular. Can you tell which is which?

Sugar Free vs. Regular

I think it is ridiculous how much of a size difference there is between food products that are sugar free/low sugar verses regularly sized ones! Why do food companies think everyone who buys “sugar free” are on a diet. I’m just a diabetic, not on a diet! I want to eat just as much as anyone else… just use splenda instead of sugar.

I know this sweetness talk is going to be an issue when I am looking into wedding cakes soon too. Most of the places I’ve looked into will accommodate my sugar free needs, and instead of giving me a cake, they’ll give me something else. (I have a family friend who will make my cake).

I was just annoyed when my fiancé and I compared ice cream cones. I want a bigger one! I don’t want to have pay more for less! I didn’t think that would be a hard request.

Planning a Wedding with Diabetes

And the wedding planning has begun!

Recently, I’ve been going wedding dress shopping. It’s supposed to be one of the most exciting times in a girl’s life, and one many dream of for years ahead of time. But, I have been having a few issues because of my diabetes. On my first wedding dress shopping trip, my OmniPod pump was on my stomach. Buttoning up a corset is hard enough, especially for a girl with a little bit of body fat, and then add an extra bump for the pump… NIGHTMARE! I was able to go up a size and get it on, but then the nightmare of finding “the dress” had started. I tried on almost every damn dress that in the store, and only found a few that I wouldn’t notice the pump bump.

And then my blood sugar dropped. They wouldn’t allow me to bring drinks/snacks into the store (to save the dresses from accidental spillage) so I was sh*t outta luck! We ended up rushing through the rest of the dresses on the rack so that I could go eat, but nothing was “the one.” I got a good idea of what I wanted to wear and actually could wear. To avoid the pump bump on the day of my wedding, I am just going to put the pump on my leg. (This is a first for me!)
OmniPod Insulin Pump on the LegI decided to try it out, and put my insulin pump on my leg. I noticed almost immediately that it would be an issue for me going to the bathroom. I pulled my underwear down very slowly over my pump and avoid ripping it off. On the second day of my bridal shopping experience, my blood sugar levels were great, I had no problem putting on the corset, the dresses started to fit me so much better, and everything was good. :)

That is, until I tried on the final dress of the day. I was snug in this little dressing room, surrounded by white fluffiness and puffiness of all the “no” dresses I had already tried on. I tried on the last dress with my heels simply because it was a pain in the butt to keep taking them on and off.  As I was pulling the dress up, I heard it rip! Ouch… I screamed. Of course everyone waiting outside the door was wondering what the hell happened? They thought I ripped the dress. Instead, I ripped my insulin pump off… and of course didn’t bring another one with me! Figures.

The last dress I tried on fit me perfectly, accentuated my curves and could certainly be “the one.” If I do end up getting that dress, I could wear my pump on my leg without a problem. I would just need to wear the pump on the left-hand side of my leg to have beads/decorates and extra lace fabric cover it up.

I have discovered the reality of what it takes to plan a wedding, balance work and a social life and on top of all of that, stay in control of my diabetes. This is the beginning of the new stress in my life, and luckily my blood sugar levels have pretty much stayed in control through all of these new life experiences.

 

A Not-So-Good Night’s Sleep

Firstly, Happy Father’s Day to all the dads and dads-to-be out there!

Now, back to my topic, a not-so-good nights sleep.

Last night before going to bed, my fiancé had one of his friends and his girlfriend over at the house. It was a very nice night to sit outside by the fire, have a few drinks, hang out, chit-chat and enjoy the summer night. My blood sugar was slightly high because I had forgotten to bolus before dinner, and it tends to run high when I am drinking. I have become accustomed to giving myself less insulin while drinking because afterwards I have a tenancy of dropping severely low in the middle of the night. I went to bed with a blood sugar of 250 mg/dL.

I woke up around 3am, dehydrated and severely needing to pee! Clearly I was high. I was showing all the symptoms. Checked my blood sugar level, I was 452 mg/dL. No wonder why I woke up in the middle of the night. I bolused more insulin, and went back to bed.

Around 4:30am I awoke again. Ran to the bathroom for the second time, got a bottle of water and chugged most of it. 379 mg/dL was my blood sugar. Eghh… why hasn’t it gone down?!? Bolused more insulin and went back to bed.

I got up around 7:30am, went to the bathroom yet again and drank some more water. I knew I was high, but was it because of drinking the night before? No, my insulin pump was disconnected! That explains a lot. I put a new pod on, got dressed and headed off to work. Hopefully it’ll go down now, especially because now I know I am hooked up correctly.

It’s almost lunchtime. I feel nauseous. I have no appetite. I feel sick to my stomach. I haven’t eaten anything. And my blood sugar has not gone down! It has been a good 12 hours since I have had a blood sugar reading below 300 mg/dL. My insulin pump is still hooked up properly. There must be something wrong. Time to bolus again and hope for the best.

A Not-So-Good Nights Sleep - Delivering the Bolus and praying my blood sugar level goes down!

Pssh, and you thought diabetes was not that hard to handle. Give me a break. I wish my life was easy. I wish I didn’t have to wear & carry around all these extra gadgets. I wish I could eat anything I wanted at anytime. I wish there was a cure for diabetes.

A Memorable Diabetes Day

Since I was on vacation last week, and have had quite a bit of things going on, I somehow missed this whole “Diabetes Blog Week” event that happened. I am sorry, but I do want to participate! (Even if I am a little bit late!)

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Today we’re going to share our most memorable diabetes day. You can take this anywhere…. your or your loved one’s diagnosis, a bad low, a bad high, a big success, any day that you’d like to share.

My most memorable diabetes day occurred sometime about approx. 2 years ago (it was shortly before I met my boyfriend… fiancé, so that is what I am basing it on). I went to bed after a late night of partying and having fun with some girlfriends. I knew I had to wake up by 8am to get dressed and go to work. My dad and stepmom also knew. My alarm went off, and I didn’t budge. My dad came downstairs to wake me up. I didn’t budge. My stepmom came to help him. I didn’t budge. They clearly knew that my blood sugar was low. But they had to figure out how to check my sugar level.

Without hesitation, my stepmom called 911. “We have a diabetic here with VERY low blood sugar, and she’s not waking up!” They were on the way. My dad decided to attempt to check my blood sugar. I slept on my stomach, and hid my hands beneath myself. He decided to prick my big toe, hoping to get some blood out of there. No luck. My skin was too tough.

When the paramedics arrived, they immediately stuck some glucose gel into my mouth and asked how to turn off or suspend my insulin pump (DUHH… something my parents should have known to do!!!)  Well, OmniPod was quite different, and they didn’t know how it worked, so they just ripped it off my stomach. (I was pissed afterwards that they wasted pod, but at least it was the right thing to do in that moment…)

I started to become coherent. I remember looking up at a paramedic and saying “You’re Hot!” Yes, everyone laughed at that one… and to be honest, I don’t know why I even said that! (He wasn’t bad-looking, but nothing like what I really consider “hot”). Then everyone collectively decided to tell me how I was cursing (f*uck you, Get away, I’m fine, Leave me alone!), kicking my legs around when my dad tried to prick my toes, and refusing to let anyone see my hands, let alone prick my fingers. I guess I become a real bitch when my blood sugars are low. Sorry guys!

The little bitchy-ness that comes out of it is all okay — makes everyone involved remember about “that time” when I had a really low blood sugar. Yes, this time was an exceptional time. I am glad I now have someone laying next to me to prevent anymore “memorable” times like these.

Car Wash to Benefit JDRF

Yesterday, thankfully, turned out to be a very nice day. We had a car wash to benefit my team Calla’s Crusaders in the 2013 Walk to Cure Diabetes. I just wanted to share some photos with everyone who follows my blog.

If you would like to donate to my team, click here.

Car Wash to Benefit JDRF and find a cure for Diabetes
Yup, that’s me… Washing away!
My dad getting ready to help!
Washing Away!

The day turned out to be great! We raised a total of $335 and there are also lots of people who said that they will be mailing checks to JDRF on behalf of our team. Great job everyone, and a BIG thank you to everyone who helped to make this event a success.

Forgetting About My T1d

I know everyone looks at this blog to read about diabetes, but this time I am getting a little bit more personal.

I was in Myrtle Beach this past week with my boyfriend, his sister and her boyfriend. My goal over the vacation was to read this book called Islands and Insulin. I was able to read the first couple chapters, and I could certainly relate! But kept getting distracted and didn’t read as much as I had hoped to.

Why was I so distracted? Well, while walking down the beach, after posing for a photo, my boyfriend dropped down on one knee, grabbed my hand, looked up at me, and asked me to marry him! And I said YES!

My biggest distraction had been this new engagement ring on my finger. No matter what I was doing, I haven’t been able to stop gazing down at it. My boyfriend (my type 3) is no longer my boyfriend! He’s become my fiance, and I couldn’t be a happier gal.

I have a fiance now. Everyone keeps congratulating me, asking to see my ring. Diabetes seems to have gone on the back burner in my own mind. Those little pricks on my fingers and the attached insulin pump have been the only reminder that I do still live a life filled with diabetes.

I haven’t noticed my blood sugar levels change because of this grand news, but I have noticed that I have been forgetting to check my sugars as much as I usually do. Maybe it’s due to the fact that I was on vacation, maybe it’s because I was not on my normal routine, but either way, I’ve been distracted.

Now that I’ve come back to reality, now that I am back at work, things are not back to normal. I have a fiance now. Everyone keeps congratulating me, asking to see my hand. Diabetes seems to have gone on the back burner in my own mind. Those little pricks on my fingers and the attached insulin pump have been the only reminder that I do still live a life filled with diabetes.