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Diabetes Blog Week - N.A. Style

Today begins the informal “Diabetes Blog Week” hosted by the blog Bitter-Sweet. While I didn’t make arrangements in advance to technically be “registered” for the event, I have decided I will try my best to keep up with the topics for the week and add a little Nerdy April twist to the sometimes boring subjects of Diabetes management, low blood sugar, and hope for a cure.


Today’s topic is “A day in the life…with Diabetes”. And while many bloggers are giving hour-by-hour accounts of their lives with Diabetes, I just really don’t feel like doing that. Instead, I thought it might be interesting to just combine some of the issues I have been dealing with, in regards to Diabetes, since I moved here to Huntsville.


#1 It might come as a surprise to many that us Diabetics have to deal with insurance a lot. And when I say “a lot”…I mean a crapload. Back when I wasn’t an adult yet (just a poor, college student), my mom helped me out by taking care of all of the insurance issues relating to my Diabetes care. [I love you, Mom!] Now that I am really an adult (holy crap, I am?), I have been attempting to navigate the dark cave, alligator infested moat, and prickly thorn bush patch that IS the Diabetes-insurance-roadmap.


#2 Since moving to the Rocket City, I have had to change endos (obviously). Ugh. It sucks. And it sucks even more when there are only 2, yes 2, endos in all of North Alabama. And it sucks evveeeennnn more when the one doctor is old and doesn’t seem to understand technology and switches all of your basal rates to the same. I had about 6 basal rate profiles before, corresponding to different points during the day when my liver would decide to spit out more sugar, etc. Now, I only have 1 (actually, I have been changing them on my own, but it just upsets me that he actually thought that was the right thing to do). Mooooooving onnnnn….


#3 Oh yes, and then there is the F-freaking-A-A. They are still not happy with the mountains of paperwork I have bestowed upon them and my medical certificate is still on hold until I send them more stuff. Good grief.


#4 And now I have a dog, Izzy, which may not sound like anything related to Diabetes. But, she helps me snack less and exercise more (always a good combo for a slightly overweight Diabetic). Now, if I could just figure out a way to strap all of my Diabetes-crap to her so I wouldn’t have to carry it…haha.


#5 But, it isn’t all bad. Now I am close to Chris, so he [bugs] helps me remember to test my blood sugar and bolus appropriately. And he even helps me change my sites…Hurray!!! (And tomorrow is his B-day!)

Comments

  1. maybe someone.... *cough*sue*cough* could make a little jacket for izzy it would look like hot dog buns but actually be little saddle bags on each side! except she's so small it would only hold your test kit on one side and your pen on the other...

    love!

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