Month: December 2011

Gummy Bears

Twas A Gummy Bear Night

Twas a night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a CGM was beeping, all sensors were out.
The transmitter was stashed amongst the pump supplies with care
In hopes that my insurance company soon would say, “Clear!”

The gummy bears were nestled all snug in their bag,
Patiently awaiting for diabetes to attack.
The cat under covers, the dog taking a nap,
It was only a matter of time before diabetes would snap.

When just down the hall there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed in a soaking wet lather.
Panicked and stricken, I searched for my glasses,
Hoping to high heavens my feet weren’t molasses.

The moon in the window lighting my way
Leading me to the kitchen where the gummies await.
Like a chorus of Hungry Hippos my teeth were a chatter,
Am I low? Or just cold? Truthfully, it doesn’t matter.

Flicking on the lightswitch in a soaking wet fury,
“Get in my belly you gummies!” I said, a bit slurry.
More delicious than glucose tabs and easier to swallow,
The red ones are best, and what makes the clear ones so hollow?

The clock ticks, the minutes pass, waiting for a fixin’
It doesn’t seem to be working, my brain says as I listen.
I think, “Let’s chase the gummies with a bottle of soda!”
“Diet, that’s not,” a voice says, kind of like Yoda.

As the bottle is emptied I start to stop shaking,
This all will have consequences in the morning upon waking.
Tired and worn out, I drag my carcass to bed,
Where visions of semi-coherent boluses dance in my head.

And then, in a moment, the sun starts to shine.
Morning already?! It was only just five!
As I sit up in bed, and try to shake off the fog,
I realize I feel like a rotting old log.

Time to get dressed, from my head to my foot,
“I think I wore these clothes yesterday,” I think as I look.
A bundle of sweaty clothes, a shower is needed.
What happened last night, and why am I still seated?

I make it down the hallway, shuffling feet in my slippers,
When all of a sudden I spot movement that’s chipper!
When, what to my sleepy-filled eyes should appear,
Those gummies are partying, and one of them has a beer!

I shake, and I tremble, and rub my eyes in disbelief.
A gummy bear palooza, in MY kitchen sink?!
I grab my pump quickly, and notice the last,
A bolus, SWAG-worthy, taken blindly and fast.

I reach for my meter, and check without fear,
Hoping that some sense in those numbers will appear.
Double-digits, that figures, at least now I know
Those gummy bear phantoms were all because I was low.

Gummy Bears

Photo by Pato Garza (CC license)

Rowlf and Hopper

Some Of What I Learned

Floating around various blogs, some diabetes-related, others just pure nonsense, I’ve noticed that several writers have posts that follow a particular theme at times. I’ve tried Monday Mantras, but I tend to get really busy on Monday’s and forget to do them. Or I can’t find a Sharpie pen to write with. Or my Post-Its to write on. But mostly, I just forget.

Sara over at Moments of Wonderful does this cool thing called Faith Fridays. I’m not a particularly religious person (faith, yes…religion, not so much), but I really dig what she shares because she connects it to her real life. I think that faith must have that connection to real life to have much meaning. Your ability to walk on water may vary from mine…I tend to sink pretty quick.

I know me, probably better than most people do. I know that I have a hard time doing anything on a consistent basis, with the exception of DSMA on Wednesday nights and having coffee every morning. EVERY. MORNING. I have to really be passionate about something to keep it going for a significant length of time (ahem…this blog). I also need to have the vision to see where something is going. If I can’t see the end result myself, or have it explained to me by someone, then it can be difficult to get me to buy into it. I like to dream big, and in detail. Doing something just to keep the ship afloat does me no good if I can’t envision the paradise that the ship is sailing to.

Part of having and developing a vision for the future, any future, is having curiosity and the desire to learn something new. A world where people know everything would be pretty dull. While showering (you just never know where inspiration is going to strike, I tell ya!), I thought up an idea to share some of the things that I learn each month.

Also, if you want to write a post and participate at any time, just throw in the hashtag #SOWIL (stands for Some Of What I Learned) and feel free!

Some Of What I Learned (November 2011)

  1. Daily blogging is hard to do, but doing it for National Health Blog Post Month is totally worth it.
  2. If you have diabetes, you should get gifts on World Diabetes Day.
  3. Disney World is indeed a magical place. More so if you have an A-Flizzle.
  4. If you lose your phone at Epcot (or any park at Disney World) and they tell you that it is with Lost & Found at the Front Gate, that means it’s at Magic Kingdom.
  5. The Muppets are just as lovable, fun, and relevant as they were when I was a kid. And I think they should get a weekly show, like Saturday Night Live, only Muppetier. Mahna mahna.

  6. My dog has an uncanny resemblance to Rowlf.
    Rowlf and Hopper
  7. 99% of the diabetes online community prefers kindness over meanness. Also, 47.3% of all statistics are made up on the spot. But I’m certain that 99% is a pretty close estimate.
  8. I miss having CGM data. I don’t miss stabbing myself with the harpoon and the uncomfortableness of wearing the CGM sensor. Can someone please come out with less intrusive CGM technology?
  9. Samsung and Verizon are probably the worst two companies in the world to work together to introduce new technology in a timely manner. Especially when I need a new phone, and theirs is the one that I want.
Cough Drops

One Flu Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

Today is the fourth (or is it the fifth?) day of the flu. Or maybe it’s a cold. With fever. And sniffing and snorting. And a lot of coughing and inability to catch my breath. And not enough energy to last through the entire day. And having to call it at night at 9:30 on a Saturday night while my girlfriend and friends have enough energy to carry on through the evening. (Frustration…I haz it.)

Yeah, definitely the flu.

Being sick on top of living with diabetes is like being stuck inside a dark room with all of your senses scrambled up and not able to rely on any of them for worthwhile information. Nothing is as it seems.

For example, last night before bed I felt high. Dry mouth, thirsty, lethargic, just an overall sense of blah. BG check = 60. Definitely NOT high.

This morning, felt high again. Same symptoms. BG check = 49. Nope, not high then either.

(Side note: I sure will be glad when my Medtronic order goes through and I get my new CGM sensors.)

A-Flizzle and I went to see a musical show last night called Into The Woods. I thought after three days of riding the couch that I would be fine to go to a show. And it was a great show too, and the community musical theater near us did a phenomenal job. The first half of the musical, I was fine, enjoying the show, doing my thing. Then the cold meds wore off. During the second half, I had to escape out into the lobby at one point to have a coughing fit. Sugar free cough drops managed to hold the coughing somewhat in check until the audience applauded at the end of a song, when I was able to cough freely for a few seconds and mask my upper respiratory conundrum by the claps and hoots of the crowd. Thank goodness they were a lively audience!

By the way, sugar free cough drops have the same effect of all that sugar free candy we discovered when we were first diagnosed with diabetes and ate too much of, except they help you not to cough as much. But if you do cough, watch out! Just FYI, in case you ever need that tidbit of information.

Cough Drops

I hate having a million things to do and not having enough energy to actually do them. I’m trying to rest, and ignore the fact that I have three days (and probably 300) work emails to do something with on Monday, since I was out half of the week last week. I’m trying to stop looking around my house at all the things that I need to do, regretting that the three days I was out of work couldn’t have been spent on something more productive than laying in bed and trying to stop shivering.

I wonder if this whole being sick thing was because I actually got bombarded by germs, or if it was because I have been pushing myself too hard, trying to do too much at one time. How much of it just happened? And how much of it was my own dang fault? And why were all those fairytale people obsessed with wandering around in the woods at night anyway?

Maybe I shouldn’t blog while taking cold medicine.