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Its the End of DiabetesBlogMonthAsWeKnowIt

It's been a little quiet on the blogging front lately, I know. Its true: I got burnt out writing about Diabetes. Did I accomplish my goal of D-blogging every day in November? Heck no. Did I gain better D-control this month? Well, not exactly, especially after forgetting my test kit in my flight suit, not realizing until half-way to Atlanta, running in to a random CVS, picking out the cheapest meter (somehow I remembered extra test strips but not the tester...never said I was a smarty) and then reading a nasty old blood sugar of 437. Ye-ouch, not to be confused with Ye-haw. Needless to say this November was not my grandest adventure in blogging. 

But, after all the blogs are accounted for and the blood sugar is 104, the real question is: did I make a difference this November? Did someone learn something (anything?!) that they didn't already know about Type 1? Did someone understand what it feels like to live with this disease day-in and day-out? Did someone at least think it was cool that I beat the FAA and fly in a Chinook on a weekly (sometimes daily) basis? Did someone learn that life is hard with Diabetes, but you can still do it? Did anyone gain a little awareness, even a smidgen?

Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. There's always next year ;-)


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