Life with Diabetes

Food: the Final Frontier

Last weekend we were hiking with some friends — former colleagues actually, who haven’t seen us in a long time. Hoping to make it a “diabetes-free day,” I tried to give the woman an ultra-quick synopsis of what I’m doing these days.
“A diabetes blog? So you write about diet? ”
“Well no, hardly ever, actually.”
“What? It’s not about food? I would have thought that would have been the central theme,” she said.
Eggads……

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10 Little-Known Facts About Your Immune System

I honestly thought that with Type 1 diabetes, my immune system was shot to hell. But my husband and oldest daughter always get sick faster and longer than I do. Somehow I seem to fight off “bugs” better than they do. How can this be?
Curious as ever, I spent a little time looking into the human immune system and found some pretty intriguing trivia, compiled here for your reading pleasure:
1) Type 1 diabetes…

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Whittling It Down

The thing most elusive to people without diabetes is how much constant work it is, I find. When others see me using a lancet or pushing buttons on my pump and react with that ooh! look, I feel like shouting: “It’s no big deal, I do this more than a dozen times a day! Every day of my life!!” So why isn’t my @#$! glucose control perfect?
As recently noted, there are just too many…

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Wanted: “Cultural Competence” in Diabetes Care

We all know how important it is to feel like you “click” with your diabetes doctor or educator. Things never go well if the individual you’re seeing doesn’t seem to “get you.” Now imagine that they didn’t speak the same native language, and had absolutely no sense of your lifestyle, diet, mentality, or aesthetic preferences. In other words, you were being treated by someone utterly unfamiliar with your culture. How could you possibly discuss a…

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That Sleep Thing

I am writing this at 3:27 am. In the next room, my 8-year-old is slumbering soundly. How ironic…
All those years of fear and loathing of being awakened every few hours by some unhappy baby — dragging out of bed to soothe a bad dream, find a binky, or change somebody’s sheets. Now that all the little ones finally sleep peacefully through the night, I’ve got some kind of self-induced sleep issue going on. And…

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