Sometimes it’s the incessant sense of failure with diabetes that gets me down. It’s not so much about strangers making stupid comments, or even me beating myself up for not doing a perfect job of managing my BG levels every day… it’s more about the subtle accusations of people closer to me, those who I feel ought to know better than to even hint at passing judgment.
For example, my husband (normally my best supporter…
Due to recent exciting news events, I’ve moved my trip down memory lane to Friday this week…
Another wonderful fellow D-blogger, Lee Ann Thill, recently posed a question on Facebook: “who exactly is responsible when people with diabetes aren’t ‘good’ diabetics?” Over 30 replies ensued, as this perennial question brings up all sorts of fundamental issues of living with diabetes: proper access to education and medical care, family support, diligence and “compliance,” and issues of…
One of the wonderful things about the online diabetes community is our ability to create our own language. We have SWAG Bolus, Rage Bolus, Real People Sick, and one of my favorites, bolus-worthy.
With the full holiday season just around the corner (everyone got their Halloween costume ready?), we PWDs are going to be inundated on an almost regular basis with folks offering up the sugary sweets that come with this loathsome time of year. …
I read other PWD’s blogs, and they always seem like they have it so together. But then again, when fellow diabetics meet me in person, they seem to think I have it all figured out, too. Closer to the truth is probably that we’re all just taking it day by day. And man, do I stray sometimes:
Sometimes I don’t test for HOURS after I eat. I just lose track of time. Or I can’t…