Parker’s teacher is the best. I thought that when Gavin had her. I wanted to hug her when I got the homework email on Monday saying it was the last week of homework. Hallelujah! I keep asking Gavin if his teacher is slowing down at all or has said she will stop assigning homework. Nope. Friends of ours who go to a different school in the same district stopped getting homework a week or two ago. I’m not making that up. Yet Gavin’s teacher assigned Charlotte’s Web this week. They will be reading until the end of time school.

I had good intentions of posting pictures that I’ve been wanting to post for a while now but the posts aren’t “speaking to me” yet. I was going to just show the pictures with boring, non piquant captions just to get it off my mind. But now I don’t feel like it. I’m tired of homework. Tired of driving kids to and from school. Tired of having my day broken up into short segments. I want to get out of bed when I’m good and ready around 8:00 or 9:00. I want to stop thinking my day is over at 2:30.

I think I’ll go play Wordament on my phone some more. I blame that game for my apathy towards posting the eclipse pictures from Sunday. You would think the phone version of Boggle would make me smarter. I think it’s making me stupider. I can’t seem to ever find any words longer than four letters long on the grid. I see grids when I close my eyes and I still only see short words. I second guess my spelling all the time. Plus, it’s so addicting I don’t have the desire to post eclipse pictures or a creative post about it. The worst part is that my vocabulary is being reduced in my writing too. I keep starting sentences with “I” and “I” keeps being the subject of my sentences. I think I need a good soak in a pool with a long hot summer of doing nothing.

My New Year’s resolution for this year was to wean myself off the anxiety meds. Have I already said that? I don’t remember. At first I kept putting it off because so many out of the ordinary things kept coming up and I knew I needed my Zoloft. Then the whole trip to the ER with all the anxiety meds they kept trying to give me that took hours to take effect. I still want to go off my drugs. I really really do. Maybe this isn’t my year for that though.

This morning I woke up with hello high blood sugar. Good heavens! I can’t seem to get things to work out over night. My blood sugar was very low before dinner last night. We had gone to PF Chang’s for Heath’s birthday. I normally don’t like Chinese food. Too many carbs. Everything tastes syrupy sweet and I don’t really like the taste. I also hate counting the carbs to bolus for it. It’s usually over 90 and I end up conveniently forgetting to add a few numbers. The aftermath is never pretty.

However, last night’s food was so good. It tasted light and fresh. It helped that we chose some dishes that weren’t super high carb. The orange peel chicken was probably the highest carb thing we ordered besides the rice that comes with whatever you order.

The atmosphere at the restaurant was very nice. I have a tendency to think the flavor of my food goes down based on how anxious I feel in the restaurant. This is the number one reason why I won’t go to Chili’s. It’s too crowded and loud and I don’t think they even have booths. I hate sitting at tables. I would rather be tucked away in a corner, or booth. With five people in my family I have to suck it up and sit at a table most of the time.

Last night we were at a table/booth. I sat on the outside on a chair. Normally I wouldn’t do that but I get a little crazy seeing my kids not sitting on their chairs. It always seems like the kids are in the way of all the wait staff and that makes me nuts.

We didn’t have high hopes that the kids would eat much of anything. They don’t like Chinese that much either even though they always beg to go to Panda Express. They ate like champs. They loved the food. When they were finished eating they played with the children’s menus and the wax colored string that came with. They were quiet, happy, and a joy to be out with. My food tasted fantastic. The waiter needed to be reminded to refill our drinks every time but other than that he was really nice. Great experience. Heath and I decided I’m a picky carbaholic. I do love my carbs but there are some I don’t like bolusing for and I don’t like eating.

I share all that because I have forgotten to take my Zoloft and Synthroid pills the last two days. Not on purpose. I really forgot. Missing a couple doses of Synthroid doesn’t really affect me too much. But I sure noticed the absence of Zoloft. Driving has become much more difficult for me. And my imaginary brakes were back in the car last night. I made sure to take my pills this morning. Not that the Zoloft would magically put me back to where I was but I knew I had to take them.

So back to this morning. I was crazy high. My pump gave me a no delivery alarm at the end of my correction bolus. That bothered me because of course it happened right after Heath left for work. Was I going to have to change my site? I haven’t had any more problems with it so it’s still in the same place.

I actually did a workout this morning. It’s always hard to push myself to do a good job when I’m over 300 and feel like crap. I did my best though. I felt slightly dizzy, nauseated, and very sore afterwards. Actually I had a headache and felt nauseated during the workout.

No rest for the weary though because I had to get Gavin’s lunch made and get the boys off to the neighbors for their carpool to school. Not making Parker a lunch was my way of making sure I followed through on my plans. He had a field trip today and there weren’t enough drivers for all the kids. The teacher asked if I could drive him since I’m not approved to drive extra kids. At the time I was excited. This morning was a different story. No lunch for him meant I had to buy him lunch from my favorite sandwich shop before going to the school.

I didn’t have a lot of time to shower, get beautiful, do Gwen’s hair, and buy lunch. Wanting to puke made it hard to hurry. Most of the morning I blamed my nausea on my high blood sugar and intense workout. Suddenly the idea came to mind to take Xanax. It couldn’t hurt right? It worked. I’m sure the high blood sugar was mostly stress about the field trip. I hate that about myself but the fact that I had offered to drive when I heard there weren’t enough drivers is huge for me. So I’ve had some anxiety setbacks. I’m still making remarkable progress.

The field trip was actually a lot of fun. We went to one of the local high schools for their Science Fair Extravaganza. It was a gym full of high school students managing hands on science experiments and first graders from several schools. It was hot, smelled like a school, and looked chaotic. The Xanax worked like a charm. I was totally fine. I enjoyed being there. The high school kids were awesome with the kids. Everyone was so friendly and helpful and patient. Each station was interesting and fun. The kids got tons of take home projects.

Gwen did a great job. Technically she shouldn’t have gone on the field trip. It’s district policy that siblings are not invited. The teacher told me it would be ok. She told me later that her reasoning was that Gwen is pretty much the same size as the first graders and she’s well behaved. She fits right in. Who would know she’s really four? There were a few stations that were harder for her because of the age difference but for the most part I don’t think anyone had any idea. The optical illusion station was interesting. They had the kids read the color of the word, not the word. So the word yellow was printed in green or something. The group leader wanted Gwen to do it. It was super easy for her! She doesn’t read!

I’m glad I went. Gwen and Parker had a lot of fun and they learned a lot too. I was completely calm the whole time. By the time I got home and only had 30 minutes before I had to go back to pick up the boys, I was exhausted. The sleepy side effects of the Xanax chose that moment to kick in. I just laid down and played games on my phone. I’m finally up and alert again. I finished my Diet Pepsi from lunch and I’m feeling pretty good.

This anxiety thing is very frustrating. I hate it. I am so glad that I didn’t give in to the urge to puke my guts up. I don’t know what is up with that but today I didn’t do it. That is big for me. My blood sugar has been in the 200’s all day. Not cool but what can I do? Try to relax, not stress over the numbers, and keep correcting.

I actually went on a school field trip! And I didn’t freak out! I hated field trips when I was the teacher. That’s why I don’t go now that I’m a mom. But I did it! Yay me!

So tell I don’t feel like the worst wife ever. The kids wished Heath a happy birthday before I did! In my defense my phone’s reminder feature must be on the fritz. Ubi (my phone) likes to remind me of important holidays. It says things like “Christmas Eve all day tomorrow” and “Christmas Eve all day” as if I lived under a rock and didn’t know.

I really love the clarification of all day. What holiday doesn’t last all day? Can you imagine? “Christmas from 6-8 am tomorrow.” And then on Christmas, “Christmas 6-8 am.” Of course the reminder would clear at 8:01 am. Which is fine because by then wrapping paper and boxes are strewn everywhere. Toys are scattered among clothes and candy. Meanwhile we’re all catatonic in front of the TV.

Anyway, I thought Ubi only reminded me of holidays. Apparently he reminds me of birthdays too. Obviously only a few. I don’t remember a reminder for my birthday or Gwen’s birthday. In a couple months I can pay attention to whether or not there’s a birthday reminder for the boys. Wow, so roundabout point finally being made two paragraphs later: Ubi says that it’s Heath’s birthday all day tomorrow. That ain’t right!

We may be getting up there in age. Parker told his teacher that it’s his dad’s birthday today. She asked how old he is. Parker told her he must be 66. She responded with, “Wow, he’s old enough to be a grandpa!” Good one Parker! Your dad is significantly younger than 66! Just saying. While Heath and I may be getting old, I know his birthday is today. My mnemonic is that I was 22 when I met Heath, therefore his birthday is May 22. It works for me. Ubi’s reminder does not.

Unfortunately I can’t change the reminder because I can’t remember my login information. I did think it was interesting that while I was trying several different username and password combos, there was a big old ad for purchasing a gift through Bing. Thanks for the late reminder Ubi! Basically if I counted on you for vital information, I could be staring at the wrong end of a divorce. Totally kidding, but you get my point. What idiot sees a birthday reminder on their phone and goes, “Oh yeah! I better click this link to find a gift for tomorrow!” Can you say duh!

Speaking of last minute notice, Gavin showed me a note from his teacher yesterday after school. It said that since he has a summer birthday his class will be recognizing his birthday on Wednesday. Not even a full two days after my receipt of the note. The note goes on to say that it would be great if he donated a book to the classroom library instead of bringing treats. Though this is not necessary. He will still be special on Wednesday. Thanks for the advance notice!

Gavin had a great book idea. He wanted a book on the 4th of July since his birthday is July 5th. Brilliant child! Gwen and I went to a half price bookstore near us. I found a children’s book about the Constitution. I thought that was good since the principal is really discouraging food as a way to celebrate birthdays. Gavin loves non-fiction books. He is obsessed with history and I love how he associates his birthday with Independence Day. Such a cute kid!

While I was looking for a good book, Gwen was coveting everything in the store. And whining quite loudly. Sometimes she isn’t the best shopping companion after all. Being the pushover I am I gave in and bought her some window crayons.

We colored the cutest birthday wish on the front window for Heath. Parker and Gwen made another one on the sliding glass door. The problem is you can’t see it from the street. You can’t really see it too far out into the yard. Maybe as the sun sets it will be more visible. I’m just bummed that timing worked out the way it did because I would have loved to go to town on Heath’s car! “Honk it’s my birthday!” That would have been better.

I meant to make a cake or some brownies for Heath. This day is not working out well at all. He just pulled in and I haven’t had time for any of it. Happy birthday Heath. You have a rotten cold, no cake, and crayon wishes that can’t be seen on the window! I love you!

Let’s end our week on a high note and blog about our “Diabetes Hero”. It can be anyone you’d like to recognize or admire, someone you know personally or not, someone with diabetes or maybe a Type 3. It might be a fabulous endo or CDE. It could be a d-celebrity or role-model. It could be another DOC member. It’s up to you – who is your Diabetes Hero?

This Scrubs scene plays in my mind anytime someone says the word hero. Today’s prompt being no exception. Based on this scene a hero is someone who has every reason not to do something but does it anyway. With that in mind, my diabetes heroes are all the people who push the button for me.

Anyone who knows me, or has followed this blog for a while, knows I hate changing my own infusion sets. I had a bad experience. My husband and I agreed that he would always help me insert every infusion set.

Of course he’s not always around when I need to change my set. So my diabetes heroes are all the people who have done that cringe worthy task for me.

To date these people are:

• my sister
• my husband
• both of my boys
• my mom – she also saved my life about a month ago
• occasionally myself when no one else is around and I’m feeling particularly brave

And a shout out to all my friends who have told me to call them if I needed help inserting a new infusion set. That is nothing short of heroic even though I’ve never cashed in on the favor.

I love my heroes!

“What is one thing you would tell someone that doesn’t have diabetes about living with diabetes?” (Friday’s topic)

Back for the third year, let’s show everyone what life with diabetes looks like! With a nod to the Diabetes 365 project, let’s grab our cameras again and share some more d-related pictures. Post as many or as few as you’d like. Feel free to blog your thoughts on or explanations of your pictures, or leave out the written words and let the pictures speak for themselves. (Saturday’s topic)

I decided to combine Friday’s prompt with today’s prompt. My thing is music montages so here is another one. It’s about 25 years of my life as a diabetic set to Friends and Family by Trik Turner.

It was fun taking this trip down memory lane to find old pictures and mementos from my life. I had forgotten how cool I am! Ha, I’m kidding!

I had a whole other post all written up for this wildcard topic but then life happened and I have to share. This is the story of how we ended up at McDonald’s for dinner on a random Thursday night (last night).

Gwen has been really weepy lately. She is either growing, legitimately sick and tired, or PMSing big time. Of course when people ask how old she is she tells them she’s almost five! She will turn five in February and has been responding like this since the day she turned four. The girl is four going on twenty-one. At any rate she has been crying all week. The tiniest things set her off.

I was minding my own business when I heard weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. We’re talking convulsive sobs as if a best friend opened the front door and was immediately hit by a train. Just paint on the tracks. Gwen is beside herself with grief and I can hardly understand her. After about three tries I think I got that she had dropped a toy in the toilet.

A couple years ago Parker accidentally dropped Woody in the toilet and I tried the delicate cycle on my washing machine for the first time. Without being too lecture-y I told Gwen that this is why we shouldn’t have toys in the bathroom. She mourned that she wasn’t playing with toys in the bathroom. It was the bracelet that I made for her and it fell off after she peed. We walked into the bathroom and sure enough there were all the little plastic links I put together for her to make a bracelet. Being surrounded by yellow water I wasn’t about to rescue them. Unfortunately I didn’t flush the toilet at that point. I was hoping to do it later when she wasn’t there to watch.

Stormy tears ensued. Heath and I tried everything to calm her down. We hugged and kissed and spoke soothing empty words like, “You have lots of other shape links. We can make another bracelet.” Nothing worked. Trying to change the subject Heath asked what we should have for dinner. Gwen immediately said McDonald’s with the playground.

Heath and I exchanged looks.

Heath: If we go there will you get over this?
Gwen: No ho ho ho ho!
Heath: Then let’s not go out. Let’s think of something to have at home.
Gwen: No! I want McDonald’s!
Heath: If I agree you have to stop crying.

Click. The switch was flipped and Gwen was suddenly all better.

Heath: No more tears, ok?

Gwen wiped her face and smiled. As we were all putting shoes on and getting ready Gwen started crying again saying she didn’t want her toys flushed down the toilet. Parker announced he was going to the bathroom and Gwen melted into a heap of fresh sobs. Parker came in with a handful of colorful shape links.

Parker: Gwen dropped these . . .
Me: Please tell me you didn’t fish those out of the toilet!
Parker: They were in the toilet.
Heath: Go throw those in the garbage and wash your hands twice. With soap and water.
Parker: But they’re Gwen’s toys.

I was trying to not dry heave.

Heath: Well Gwen, Parker didn’t flush them down the toilet like you thought he would!

The scene doesn’t translate that well in text. You kind of had to be there. It was quite the eventful 10 or so minutes around our house. And we ended up at McDonald’s! The kids were thrilled.

While this isn’t a recipe I think the carb count for a quarter pounder with cheese, fries, and a Diet Coke is 88. Why do I know this? I used to crave McDonald’s after Gwen was born. So embarrassing! I have since gotten over that insanity.

One time when I was indulging in my secret love affair with mediocre fast food I was reading the boxes. I believe I read the carb count for what I was eating and the total was 88. That’s how I bolus every time the kids talk us into McDonald’s. The fat total is probably 45 or something which makes bolusing tricky. I just do a dual wave over two hours. It works.

Pre dinner blood sugar: 80
Two hour post reading: 138
Correction: 0.6
Active insulin: 8.6

Not bad for artery clogging, not even that tasty, fast food.

The package came today in the mail. Intrigue and curiosity were killing me. Then the weirdest thing happened. Normally I’m all over checking out the gift before even glancing at the card. This time I added to the excitement of my own suspense by carefully opening the envelope the card came in. I took in the details of the pretty painted roses on the front of the card. I turned the card over and read the title of the painting. Romantic Pink Roses in a Glass Vase. I love roses.

Finally I opened the card and saw it filled with a handwritten note from my mom. I read every word. She talked about having her blood sugar drop to 74 at work. My mom is not diabetic nor is she hypoglycemic. However, over the years I’ve lived with diabetes we have learned that “normal” people can experience low blood sugar occasionally. We’ve also learned that it’s not necessarily the number but the speed at which blood sugar drops.

When her blood sugar dropped to 74 (I’m assuming she checked it on a glucometer to come up with that number), she drank juice and ate graham crackers. The problem was that while she knew she was fine she had the nervous munchies. She talked about feeling hollow and wanting to fill the void. So she went home and ate like a Hoover vacuum cleaner.

This experience made her think of me and how I must feel when my blood sugar drops low. That’s one thing I really love about my mom. She understands why I do the things I do. Eating until I feel better being one of them. She doesn’t chastise me for knowing what I know yet doing what I do. Doctors could take a lesson from that.

What she did was wrap five packs of gum in cute tissue paper with ribbon. Then she issued a challenge. Find out how much food it takes to bring blood sugar up and have it hold me. I already know it’s 15 grams of carbs but sometimes that’s not enough so I stopped checking after 15 minutes and just eat to my heart’s content.

Anyway, with her challenge she said to eat only what I need to get up and then when I want to eat more I should chew gum. It will satisfy that need to chew. She was afraid she was making stuff up but I know she’s right. I’ve used gum as a way to curb my appetite before. I also like to have it on hand for those dry throat moments in public that turn into me gagging till I look like a dead fish. Gwen loves gum. She goes through my purses all the time stealing my gum. She begs for it anytime I have my purse with me. She ate my last piece today after lunch while she was bored.

I’m so excited about the gum! I just need to find a better place to keep it. Gwen has a habit of getting into things even though she knows she shouldn’t. Thanks for the gum Mom!

Tell us what your Fantasy Diabetes Device would be? Think of your dream blood glucose checker, delivery system for insulin or other meds, magic carb counter, etc etc etc. The sky is the limit – what would you love to see?

My dream is for world peace and a pair of jeans. This goal will come about through enhanced insulin. Enhanced insulin does the same thing as regular insulin, only with a twist. It has a magic youth/attractive elixir. Every time a diabetic shoots up (ha ha) or infuses insulin via pump, their wrinkles gradually disappear.

Weight slowly dissolves leaving hot bodies in the wake. These hot bodies will rival any celebrity or model. Men will have glistening rock hard muscles rippling through their clothes. You’ll look at a diabetic man and honestly wonder if he’s Photoshopped! Women will be lean, slender, and have thick lustrous locks.

Male pattern baldness? What male pattern baldness? Squirrely gray hair will smooth out. The hair shaft will fill up with color like diet soda being sucked up a straw. Skin blemishes will dissolve as if the diabetic was airbrushed. If you have fair skin and want a tan, you can choose that enhanced insulin vial. Throw out your lotion because that won’t be necessary ever again. Dry skin will officially end with enhanced insulin.

Young diabetic children or teens will maintain their youthfulness by using the enhanced insulin. They will never know the “joys” of aging! Adult diabetics will have time reversed back to when they were in their prime.

Enhanced insulin will allow diabetics to exercise just for fun, if they choose. Otherwise exercise will no longer be a necessary component of good diabetes management. Deodorant will no longer be necessary. Diabetics will smell fantastic all the time. Think of the last time you passed a perfect stranger and did a double take they smelled so good. That’s what enhanced insulin does. Step out of the shower and BAM you’ll smell awesome all day long. Even after mowing the lawn. Even after spending the entire day in the sun. Sweat under pressure? No worries. Enhanced insulin will keep you smelling like a rose.

Not only does it polish looks into dazzling brilliance, it also magnifies intelligence. It doesn’t necessarily make anyone smarter. It takes existing intelligence and frees it. No more forgetful moments. Carb counting will be as child’s play. Diabetics become math savants with enhanced insulin. The graphs and data doctors pore over will click in a diabetic’s mind. It will all make perfect sense and the perfect solutions will be as obvious as recalling one’s own name.

Enhanced insulin will make diabetics the talk of the town. Non diabetics will wish they had the disease just for the effects of the enhanced insulin.

There is no known cure for diabetes. Come on, let’s keep our dreams realistic! Yet enhanced insulin will feel like a cure since everything will fall into place. The variables that affect diabetes will be gone. Yesterday’s news.

We’ll sit our beautiful selves down and share some pretty incredible stories with our loved ones about what life used to be like before enhanced insulin. Then we’ll hold a bottle of our favorite soda while music spontaneously starts pumping. Cartoon bubbles will festively float in the air. Our own gorgeousness will inspire parties all the time. Non diabetics will seek us out. World peace will be realized and everyone will have a new pair of jeans.

Yesterday we gave ourselves and our loved ones a big pat on the back for one thing we are great at. Today let’s look at the flip-side. We probably all have one thing we could try to do better. Why not make today the day we start working on it. No judgments, no scolding, just sharing one small thing we can improve so the DOC can cheer us on!

Remember when you were a kid and you went to amusement parks and rode the roller coaster? Remember how your stomach tied itself into knots as you click click clicked your way to the top? Then there was the thrilling rush as you free fell down that first hill, zooming into a maze of twists and turns, ups and downs, maybe even an upside down part or two. Remember how you may have been scared out of your mind but you also couldn’t wipe the smile off your face? G forces have a lot to do with that. Knowing you were alive and having the time of your life was most of it though. Do you remember that?

Real roller coasters are one thing. The roller coasters of life are another. Blood sugar roller coasters are no fun at all. I’ve tried it. While an amusement park roller coaster may make you feel queasy, a blood sugar roller coaster leaves me with a dull headache. It leaves me feeling exhausted, frustrated, and ready to give up. I hate blood sugar roller coasters! And that perma-grin? It’s more like a perma-scowl punctuated with short lived elation.

Even Steven is where I want to be. No more swinging from high to low back up to high. No more of the emotional mood swings that inevitably come with. If I could choose one thing to improve about my diabetes management it would be to get off the blood sugar roller coaster.

Diabetes is what it is and some days are better than others. However, I know I could be more diligent in several areas that would help me get off this crazy train. Does that still count as one thing to improve? I don’t beat myself up over things. Much. And I’m always striving to do better. It’s the roller coaster that needs to go. I can save that thrill ride for a real roller coaster.

Living with diabetes (or caring for someone who lives with it) sure does take a lot of work, and it’s easy to be hard on ourselves if we aren’t “perfect”. But today it’s time to give ourselves some much deserved credit. Tell us about just one diabetes thing you (or your loved one) does spectacularly! Fasting blood sugar checks, oral meds sorted and ready, something always on hand to treat a low, or anything that you do for diabetes. Nothing is too big or too small to celebrate doing well!

Just one thing huh? This might be tricky, I have trouble paring down on anything! I guess I would have to say I’m great at checking my blood sugar.

This is something I wasn’t always good at. Not that it was hard, I just didn’t want to know. I would test maybe a few times a week. For real. I never liked the number so I wasn’t in a huge hurry to do that again!

When I was first diagnosed I was the model diabetic. I did everything I was supposed to and my control was admirable. The teenage years were not so good. Any time I read a post about a diabetic berating him/her self for the teenage years I just want to shake them. I think most of us were stupid then! It’s a rough time to be diabetic and “different.”

About the time my doctor was seriously thinking of letting me get a pump, I started taking better care of myself. Partly because he read me the riot act of unspeakable things he would do if I didn’t and partly because I wanted to be better. I’m mostly joking about my doctor. But he did give me the lecture to end all of his famous lectures on me committing to taking care of myself! Man, how I miss that doctor! Once we started working together instead of me fighting him every step of the way, I loved him. He is by far my favorite doctor I have ever worked with. Then we moved. *sigh*

I did want to be better. Living in a constant state of high blood sugar made me feel really cruddy. First step, test blood sugar more. I went from testing less than a handful of times a week to about six times a day. It opened my eyes! My overall control improved tremendously. Shocking. I joke but it’s true! The more a diabetic tests their blood sugar, the more they know what’s happening. Adjustments can be made quickly and easily. It just makes good sense to test often.

Then I met my husband and I had a whole new reason to resurrect the model diabetic I used to be. I have learned that love does amazing physiological things. I had never before lived for someone other than myself. My love for myself and my own well being increased. Heath just rocks! He has always loved me for who I am. He has never tried to make me over in any way. His patient love has knocked off a lot of chips and I like who I am becoming. Both as a diabetic and as a person.

The longer I live with diabetes the harder I have to work at it. I hate to admit that having babies is where it all started to unravel but I think that’s what happened. My life is busier in different ways. And maintaining three healthy pregnancies took a major toll on my body. I feel like a work in progress. That’s ok. I have so much to live for.

Testing my blood sugar is a fundamental component of good diabetes management. I now test my blood sugar at the very least seven times a day, and the most fifteen times a day. The correlation between testing more often and good control is not really there anymore. But I would never stop testing. Things would be so much worse if I stopped. I have to know where I’m at. Since there are no windows in my body testing is the only way I can see what’s going on. Continuous glucose monitors help but I tell you, I test more often when I’m wearing a sensor than when I’m not.

Just yesterday I saw an ad for a One Touch meter (and I’m too lazy to look it up and link to it!) that works a lot like the CGM. It tells you about high and low trends. Sweet. I want that! I figure the more I test, the more data gets put into the machine, and the more accurate it would be in telling me about my trends.

It all boils down to testing for me. I’m good at a lot of things, diabetically speaking and in general. Being humble is not one of them! One thing I am great at is testing my blood sugar often.