Wednesday, August 31, 2011

D Art Day 2011

Here is my first contribution to the second annual D Art Day! (#DArtDay for those of you on Twitter)

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Meet: Glitter! The D.O.C. Unicake

Monday, August 22, 2011

A moment of silence please

Today, Dexcom-Bob bit the dust.

You fought the good fight, friend. (Even though I called you names and often told you I hated you...)

Let us please observe a moment of silence in his memory.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Resignation tendered.

I apologize to everyone in the DOC. This is a poor way to announce my resignation as PWD, however I am aware of very few ways to reach so many people all at once.

So, there you have it. I quit. I give up. I am no longer accepting the title of "person with diabetes." I just don't want to do it any longer. I refuse.

Sometimes, it's not all that bad. Especially when I have pretty good blood sugar days like this:
Picture001.jpg 24 hours of awesome.

But then there are days like today that look like this:

The definition of "glucoaster."

It was nice knowing you all, but now that I'm not a diabetic I feel like I should let you all live your lives. I'll probably be back in a day or two when I feel less bitter. But for now, I'm going to wallow. Because I can. And I need to.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

A few words about numbers.

Disclaimer: This post may ramble a bit because I don't have fully coherent thoughts on the topic. I know what I'm thinking but don't necessarily have the complete sentences to express it.

I've been thinking a lot since I left CWD FFL. I know: Danger, Will Robinson, Danger! Sometimes I do things...

In particular, I've been thinking about the "let it all out" session I mentioned last time. A lot of diabetics (and understandably so) become upset at being judged by their A1C value. The most common argument is "I am not a number," which I am not. There's a lot more that goes in to that A1C than just finger sticks. A lot more.

Here's where my dilemma comes in - now bear with me because this is where I start to become unintelligible in my thoughts. I very much feel like my "number" defines part of me as a diabetic. Not just my A1C number but also my individual blood sugars too. Now let me attempt to explain why I feel this way.

I've always been told to celebrate the good numbers. And I do. I'm pretty damn spectacular every time I see a number within range. I give myself a high five, tell myself how wonderful I am, and then convince myself everyone other person out there is jealous of my superb blood sugar. Every time my A1C comes down a bit, even if it's just 0.1%, I feel giddy about it. I did a good job! My overall average is lower! I'm doing good things for my body! I should get an Academy Award for my excellent impersonation of a working beta cell.

But if I'm supposed to congratulate myself on the good numbers, how do I not feel guilty for the out of range numbers? I am not a number... or is it just "I am not a number if I don't like what I see"? I find it completely impossible to separate myself from the "in range" and "out of range."

I am the effort I put in to my diabetes. Sometimes, I'm the SuperWoman of diabetes care. Other times, I'm the hardcore slacker in danger of failing P.E. because I never change my clothes. I am what I make of it, so I feel my d-related successes and failures are determined by my effort or lack there of. The only common factor is "me."

I've never quite figured out how to pat myself on the back for the good and ignore the bad. I am the good and the bad. I'm not one or the other - I am both.

"Good and bad - this is the story of my life." ~Martha Reeves