Oh, Dark Chocolate Covered Peeps……why are you on sale for 50% off, and why do you have to have 21g of carbs each? You are so tiny inside your wrapper. I could eat ALL OF YOU!!! But instead, I opt for just one tiny bite, and you still jack up my blood sugar 15+ points, almost immediately.
Rounding out the prompts from #dblogweek last week – no week focusing on blogging about diabetes would be complete without sharing links to other blogs and their respective D-people of note. There are SO MANY wonderful diabetes advocates and bloggers out there that I could never name them all here, but I’ll make a valiant effort at noting a small collection of favorites.
You know who you are….
- The sassily perfect chick with the spunky kid so close in age to my own…. I read your blog, then met you, and immediately knew we would be friends.
- The guy up in Minnesota who shares my love (although, mine is now nostalgic) for the Deltec Cozmo insulin pump. (And is part of the Diabetes Hope Conference TODAY!)
- The first diabetes advocate/blogger I ever started reading who I finally got to meet, and drink copious amounts of wine with, in person in 2013.
- The diabetic mommy who is on her way to becoming a mommy for the second time, and blogging all along the way.
- The man who finds such wonderful happy mediums, and spends time to comment and provide valuable insights to others on a regular basis.
- The knitter of yarn, and metaphorical knitter of people, whose Diabetes Blog Week helped me get started on this blog in the first place!
- The girl with the portable pancreas who has been so supportive from afar, but I was thankfully able to hug her in person last year, and hope to do so again in the near future.
- The continental traveler who is now sharing the consequences of hypoglycemia from across the continent.
- The kindred spirit I’ve come to know through her blog, always striving for an A1C of below seven.
- The local friend found through support groups and blogging, who keeps it real, one unit at a time.
- The trio of amazing women who are involved and advocating on an almost daily basis to make life better for all of us with diabetes. Their support of all is inspiring, amazing, awesome.
- The sweet girl (whose blog name reminds me of something my Mamaw would say) who is constantly exploring new tech and tools for her diabetes management, and makes sure we know about them, too.
- The man with a family, a job – and oh yeah, Type 1 diabetes – who has a penchant for making me start singing the song that inspired the name of his blog.
- The girl-and-her-hubby (who are awesome at playing Euro-games) who are embarking on a similar journey as many of us – starting their married life journey, and hoping to conceive a family together.
- The tongue in cheek mom of a T1 kid, who is staring down the barrel of T1 herself. (Hairy hugs to you, Bigfoot.)
- The recently married and moved and involved-in-life-chaos-but-always-strong-and-helpful diabetic advocate – she’s flown through tons of stressers this year with flying colors.
- The dancing girl with so much inner and outer beauty it makes me desperately wish I didn’t have two left feet.
You all should know who you are, because you are all part of the wonderful, mysterious, information-filled, knowledge-encouraging, thought-provoking world that is the Diabetes Online Community. Thank you, thank you, thank you for being a part of my life!
Yeah, yeah, I know it’s Monday, and technically #dblogweek is over, but I couldn’t bear to leave the week of writing prompts unfinished. Karen is so amazing for organizing it, and I’m so grateful to her for being a large part of the impetus to get me started in blogging in the first place! (It was Diabetes Blog Week 2013 when I really got the gumption to start Fifteen Wait Fifteen – 1 year now, yay!)
Saturday, I spent the majority of the day attending the Taking Control Of Your Diabetes conference in Raleigh, NC. It was my first time attending, so I had no idea what to expect. I’ll let the pictures describe it from here on out…..
It was dark. In the beginning, it’s always dark.
The times in between are huge Nothings. I am bored…..
Then suddenly, I heard an opening, a crinkle, a rip, a zip, and then the light – oh, the beautiful, glorious light! I was blinded for a moment, and as my world came into focus, I saw her….an eyebrow raised, a curious look on her face, her eyes squinting and bleary. What time was it? Oh, late.
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, scrrrip! of my bodily pockets….I was laid open and exposed like a Tauntaun being used for warmth on Hoth. (That girl and her sci-fi references, geesh. I’ve picked up on more of them than I realized.)
She usually only removes a couple of my prized possessions at a time….a bottle of clear liquid with an orange cap, and the blue and white monster-jabber that doesn’t work anymore, but holds the clear snake in place while she is doing whatever-it-is-that-she-does. But tonight, she took out one of the copper and black cylinders of energy. Ohhhh, one of THOSE nights. She mutters something about, “changing every freaking thing at the same time,” under her breath. Bzzzzt bzzzt bzzzt sounds echo through the room.
She moves away from me, and I hear more rustling and activity. I see a flash of a purple something in her hand, and I hear a metallic whirring and screeching sound. Papers and plastic crinkle, a couple of hissing sounds of…something opening, maybe? I don’t have a good angle to see what she is doing, but then she took the bottle of liquid, and has some sort of metal-jabber-tube attached to it now. A spray of band-aid smelling liquid comes my way, and soaks into my fabric. Eh, no worries. It was kind of a nice sprinkle. She turns away, and finishes connecting all the things she was connecting, and deftly hides the purple device somewhere on her person. Wow, that just magically disappeared under her clothes…where did it go? Wait – I see a dim light coming from her chest area. Ah, got it.
Back to me now, she returns the blue and white monster-jabber, and the now 1/3 empty bottle of liquid. She holds me in place as she works my one metal finger around the outside teeth of the world I encompass….zerrrrpppp….. and then abruptly, all is dark again. I hope she gets some rest tonight. I’ve got maybe 3 days before I see her again…does she sleep that entire time, as I do? I’ve lost count of the number of times we have spent together like this. It’s always the same, but sometimes different. She is my world, and I am hers, neverending.
(Took advantage of the wildcard option of Tell Me a Story for #dblogweek today.)
I had such grandiose plans of what I was going to do for Diabetes Art Day yesterday. I love art, I love creating, and I love getting together with my group of D-girls on a regular basis to hang out, chat about our lives, discuss the latest in diabetes technology, or commiserate on whatever random topic comes up. (Like poop – for some reason, poop came up in a lot of our conversations last night?? Poop is funny! And only some of it was related to our kids. But I digress.)
It was only fitting that we should have our girl’s night on the same day as Diabetes Art Day so we could all create something together (like we did last fall.) I had all the supplies set out and ready:
But you know what? We never got around to making anything.
We thoroughly enjoyed our meal together….a hodge podge of appetizers, snacks, and a couple of yummy desserts that everyone had a hand in bringing or baking. There was wine (of course! This is MY house we’re talking about) and general, “hey, how are things going?” talked about around the table. We laughed, we nodded in agreement, we shook our heads in disgust, we heard beepings of CGMs going off, we noted blood sugars from fingerstick meters, we pumped up the insulin to cover all the delicious carbs we were consuming, and we just had a good time.
The “gift of gab” is not a present to be taken lightly. To be able to interact and share and love and accept others regardless of different beliefs or opinions is so very worth it, especially when you all have a common bond that brought you together. For us last night, that bond is diabetes, and the amazing art of it all is our ability to fellowship with one another. Love you D-girls!!!