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Type 1 By The Numbers: 20 Thoughts

Welcome to November, a month dedicated to “no-shaving” and Diabetes Awareness. Since I am having trouble growing my beard out, I will focus on writing about Diabetes Awareness. This year I will be basing my posts on the “numbers” associated with the disease, hopefully this will keep things somewhat interesting (although I’m not convinced an autoimmune disease that attacks one’s own pancreas is all that interesting, but I will try ;-). I won’t be posting every day, but these posts will, in their nature, cover a wide variety of topics related to the disease. T1BT#


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I'm frustrated today, so my blogging is lacking. For November 20th here are 20 random thoughts I had about Diabetes today:

(1)
Following crazy beeps at 5:00am: "Better change my insulin pump site before work since I have an endo appointment today."

(2)
"Wow, that site didn't hurt to put it at all. Thank you God for making that one less painful."(I seriously say that out loud every time I experience a not-so-painful injection. It's just a habit I guess.)

(3)
Following crazy beeps at 8:00am: "Crap. Low pump battery and no backups on hand."

(4)
"I need to check my Dexcom a lot this morning since I am fasting from breakfast until after my appointment."

(5)
"Of course, the morning I need to fast I really, really need coffee. Dangit."

(6)
"Please God, help me be open minded at this new endo appointment, I hope I can find someone like my doctor at Vanderbilt."

(7)
"Here's my new patient paperwork, oh, you want my pump right now? I can get it back soon right?"

(8)
"Fingers crossed for an ok A1c, I really hope that month without a working CGM didn't mess it up."

(9)
"Crap, it messed it up. A1c fail."

(10)
"Hi Dr. Feldman, I can tell already that this is not going to work out."

(11)
"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry."

(12) 
"Seriously, April, grab a tissue before you bawl your eyes out. I'm sure there is a good endo here somewhere."

(13)
"I hope Chris doesn't think I'm crazy for not liking this guy."

(14)
"How about I just tell them I will call them back to set up the next appointment?...that way I don't have to tell them to their face that it's not working out."

(15)
"Bad endo experience definitely means a full plate of pasta at Olive Garden is ok, right?"

(16)
"It's been 2 hours since Olive Garden and my number is still rising. I'm so thirsty."

(17)
"I'm so happy for a few friends that are pregnant...not sure if I will ever be able to wrangle these blood sugar numbers enough to do that one day."

(18)
"Oh ya, better change that low battery."

(19)
"Time for bed, blood sugar is finally coming down."

(20)
"This diet Sprite is delicious. Why do I like diet Sprite so much? Plan for a midnight low...yes, I have  a yogurt left!"

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