For some reason, over the solstice and Christmas season I came down with a bad case of the midlife meltdown. Current obsessions include the upcoming climate crisis and how this is going to impact all of our lives. I'm also railing quite a bit against any things in my life that seem to enforce a structure on me...or limit my options in any way.
Despite an absolutely grotty day of blood sugar, I'm finding the day to day grind of diabetes to be somewhat mindless. My resolution is to test more often to cross-check my sensor, though. Sometimes it is bang on, other times it's rather off. I used to test 15 times a day with no sensor, and I'd like to get back at at least 8.
Anyway, with all of my current survivalist and permaculture tendencies, I'm opening the application process for an insulin tree. I figure, I've got to be able to grow it in my backyard if I can't grow it in my pancreas, right? Maybe I can grow a pancreas vine while I'm at it.
Must go to sleep, I think.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Busy, busy and bananas
The last couple of weeks have been crazy busy.
We measured the giant diabetes ribbon that I'm hoping to turn into a world record. 195 metres of it. Yee haw. The world's largest grey draft catcher, as someone kindly pointed out. I'm dismantling it and turning into smaller diabetes ribbons (smaller being ... oh, 8 feet tall when looped into a ribbon). These will hopefully go on display at different events across Canada. This was the weirdest thing I've ever done in public: measuring a giant stuffed knitted thing in the town square with the mayor on a rainy November day. I don't know if my husband will ever get over the public embarassment!
It's one of those times of the month (there are a couple!), and my blood sugar has been bordering on low all week. I got so sick of it today that I - get this - ate a banana. With no insulin. Hah! What an act of defiance! Taking a stand, I am! Or...something. It worked, anyway. Finally my blood sugar went up, even a little high.
I'm doing my annual cookie baking too. I've been doing this for 16 years now. I've baked my way through university finals and papers, writing my master's degree, travel plans, morning sickness, diabetes, a newborn, and now I'm baking with my preschooler. Sniff, sniff. My mom wondered why I didn't give up the bleeping baking when I got diabetes. Well, it's not like I eat ALL of it! I don't always like the labor involved, but I love seeing all of those baskets of cookies ready to head off to their future homes and tummies. People like cookies. I'm one of those people. And diabetes be fill-in-the-blanked, I am going to eat a couple now and then. Just keep me away from the fudge, please!
We measured the giant diabetes ribbon that I'm hoping to turn into a world record. 195 metres of it. Yee haw. The world's largest grey draft catcher, as someone kindly pointed out. I'm dismantling it and turning into smaller diabetes ribbons (smaller being ... oh, 8 feet tall when looped into a ribbon). These will hopefully go on display at different events across Canada. This was the weirdest thing I've ever done in public: measuring a giant stuffed knitted thing in the town square with the mayor on a rainy November day. I don't know if my husband will ever get over the public embarassment!
It's one of those times of the month (there are a couple!), and my blood sugar has been bordering on low all week. I got so sick of it today that I - get this - ate a banana. With no insulin. Hah! What an act of defiance! Taking a stand, I am! Or...something. It worked, anyway. Finally my blood sugar went up, even a little high.
I'm doing my annual cookie baking too. I've been doing this for 16 years now. I've baked my way through university finals and papers, writing my master's degree, travel plans, morning sickness, diabetes, a newborn, and now I'm baking with my preschooler. Sniff, sniff. My mom wondered why I didn't give up the bleeping baking when I got diabetes. Well, it's not like I eat ALL of it! I don't always like the labor involved, but I love seeing all of those baskets of cookies ready to head off to their future homes and tummies. People like cookies. I'm one of those people. And diabetes be fill-in-the-blanked, I am going to eat a couple now and then. Just keep me away from the fudge, please!
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