Never Say These 5 Things to a Type 1 Diabetic

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1) Test your blood sugar
– This is sure to incite anger. Who do you think you are? I know where my blood sugar’s at! Undoubtedly, each time someone asks you about your blood sugar, it’s always low.

2) You got diabetes because you ate too much candy as a kid, huh?
– NO!!!!!!!! I have no idea how I got this disease. My parents didn’t even have candy in the house! Continue reading

A Diabetic Night Out – Part I

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Saturday nights can take one of two paths. Path number one is the relaxed, free-flowing night – most likely a result of people not going out the night before. Path number two is the forced and tired means of searching for something night – a result of either going out the night before, a grinding week in the office, or a low blood sugar… Continue reading

You Can’t Say “Shoot Up” At The Dinner Table

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A few years ago, I was at dinner with my dear friend who is an Oklahoma Justice.  I can’t recall where we were having dinner, but I am willing to bet it was somewhere swanky.  As the food was en route to our table, I made a comment about shooting up.  She kindly brought to my attention that it was a bit awkward to say “shoot up” at the dinner table especially considering her profession.  Note To Self:  the term shooting up makes others think of intravenous drug abuse, not keeping a T1D alive. Continue reading

Surviving A Wedding Weekend

07.11.2014 was a huge wedding weekend for one of my dearest friends.  The bride is one of the my closest friends and I am so excited for what lies ahead for her and her lovely husband.  As everyone who has ever been close to someone getting married…  it can be a 72+ hour adventure of too much food, way too much booze, little to NO sleep and an emotional roller coaster.  As a T1D – it takes on a whole new level of anxiety or at least for someone like me who enjoys an open bar, but is challenged by the food available.  Here are a few tips of what I chose to do to prepare myself for such an eventful couple of days. Continue reading

No Regrets Tattoos

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A little over five years ago I had this strong desire to get a tattoo.  I’m a fairly rational person and could not justify putting something on my body that I might regret when I am 87.  What would be a part of the rest of my life….. type 1 diabetes.

A few weeks later while at lunch with my mother, a group of firefighters entered the restaurant.  While standing in line, I approached the handsome group of men and inquired as to what they would do if they found me unresponsive.   “We would check your left arm for vitals.”  BINGO!!! Continue reading

The World Cup of Beer

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I love me some US Men’s National Team Soccer. My membership application to the American Outlaws has been submitted.

When the US played Portugal last weekend, I made the most of the experience. Skinny Slim’s, an OKC outdoor pub, hosted a watch party with beer trucks supplying the lubrication for the crowd. While I wasn’t getting drowned in the beer throwing after each goal, I two craft beers over the three hours we were there. Combine that with the couple of beers consumed the previous evening at a buddy’s wedding, and the layman could predict a lower than average blood sugar. Continue reading

Does DDG Do the Bar?

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What do you drink at happy hour?

AC – I prefer a vodka with soda, single, tall with a splash of bloody mary mix.  Lime as a garnish.  I seem to consume them quickly so the extra soda water helps me from becoming intoxicated too quickly.  I LOVE a good bloody mary, but don’t want the sodium so a splash adds flavor.  At home or with my friends I am definitely a red wine person.

RF – I’m going beer. I lean hard toward the IPAs. Here in OKC I like to go with the Titan or Caldera. Or I like to find a cool looking/sounding beer on tap and order that. Red wine has its own time and place too.

If you know you’re staying out past midnight, what are you packing with you?

AC – I am rarely out past 10pm, but I always have a fruit strip or organic gummies.  I know that both items will raise my blood sugar enough w/o spiking it.  Worse case scenario I would ask the bartender for a shot glass of cranberry juice.

RF – Rarely will you find me without a Clif Bar in my back pocket. I’ve found that if you end up going low at the bar, that usually means you’ve had more than a few. If you’ve had more than a few, asking for cup of soda incognito usually doesn’t keep it up for very long. The combo of carbs, fat, and protein works for me. Plus they hit the spot when everyone else is chowing pizza. I usually break down my tester and distribute the parts into 3 separate pockets.
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Top 5 Pump-free Powers

Rarely in my life have I opted to go back to shots. It’s usually a last resort. My membership card for Team Pump has never been in question. I love the on-the-fly corrections I can make based on symptom awareness. Nevertheless, my employer switched up insurance companies last month and due to a few logistical issues I was thwarted back into the land of Lantus for two weeks. It wasn’t all bad. Check out the top 5 pump-free powers I rediscovered:

1) No strategic sleeping

My favorite pump site location is on the upper, outside butt region (almost above the hips). Occasionally, these sites can get pretty sore, even after one day. Because I pay for my sites, I like to get my money’s worth and keep them in for at least 3 days. At night, sometimes I avoid sleeping on a certain side if things turn tender. Continue reading

Bad Weather Reserves

For the love of God, the Oklahoma weather keeps me on my toes.  Over the past couple of months, we have been terrorized by the local media that we will not be able to leave the house – stock up.  Grocery store(s) seriously looked like a war zone and one of them was actually out of chicken breasts. ???

I have created a check list of the “must have” items for a number of Oklahoma weather scares for a diabetic.

Tornado: candles, battery operated radio, flash light, cell phone charger, insulin, blood testing machine, mouth guard and red wine.

Ice or Snow Storm: books, games, popcorn, plenty of medicine, blood testing machine and red wine. Continue reading

SHOT #1

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It was my first day home and my mom looks wicked stressed. It was time to take my first shot and I recall her shaking while drawing out the insulin. I sat on the steps in our dining room and she came in for the kill. I don’t remember freaking out because I knew what was going down, we had done this in the hospital a few times.

She began to sweat and I thought she might pass out. She splashed water on her face and came back. I took the needle from her and gave my first shot in my thigh. She was relieved and I am free, free from having to rely on anyone else. Continue reading

Cheez-It Trauma

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I believe I was in the 4th grade and had a pretty good handle on what was expected in this new life with diabetes.  I kept Cheez-It’s in my desk and a secret stash of graham crackers in the office.  Cheez-It’s were for my afternoon snack and the grahams were to be eaten before PE or in an emergency.  I tried to keep these things on the “down-low” because I didn’t want to draw attention to myself.

Well – word got out that I had snacks in my desk.  The class bully/jackass, Blaine, made it a point to bring this to everyone’s attention. I was humiliated. The teacher figured out what was going on and quickly shut down the hurtful comments. Later that day or maybe later that week, I chose to no longer be embarrassed about my snacks. Continue reading