Diabetes always has a way of creeping into other areas of my life like a weird word association game. Sometimes funny, sometimes not at all. Sometimes it makes no sense, other times, Diabetes Brain makes perfect sense. Also, I'm weird.
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1. Went to check the daily totals on my insulin pump this morning, instead I reached for my iPhone and punched in my security code, then sat there looking at the screen for 10 seconds before I realized I’d picked up the wrong device. TRUE STORY.
Sidebar: THE MACHINES ARE TAKING OVER.
Then I start to wonder about the fiber count and then I go down the diabetes, food pretty pictures, and fictional verses non fictional carb, rabbit hole.
Yep, totally D related and having to do with hitting the Orange Juice Wall when it comes to treating lows.
4. When I check into hotel rooms I automatically put my diabetes low stash on the nightstand.
And 9 times out of 10, when the conversation is over or I need to grab something from another room, I walk away and bungipumping ensues.
Beer requires too much math so I stick to wine or vodka with club.
Watched a rerun of Rizzoli & Isles a few weeks ago, even though I’d seen it before.
It was an interesting episode because the murder victim had diabetes.
D was not the COD, but the murder had an intimate knowledge of D.
And even though I’d watched it before, I still felt let down when it became clear that the writers of R&I tried, but didn’t quite succeed re: diabetes reality as a plot line.
Still, it was a good attempt. The episode didn't spread D myths or falsehoods, but they were off re: the actualities of living with diabetes.
Seriously, what 30 something D adult female carries a log book and takes copious notes re: food and blood sugars every time she pricks her finger? OR am I projecting?
Also and spoiler alert: If someone secretly replaced the insulin in my pump with something other than insulin, I would have known something was up because I would have felt like shit because of high blood sugars and all that goes with them.
Also, if doesn't smell like band-aids or scotch - it ain't insulin.
I would have tossed out the insulin in my pump - and I would have been correcting with injections after I switched out my reservoir.
UNLESS.... what if hypothetically, R&I's victim ( a PWD, even though she's completely made up fictional character in a fictional television show, I'm still compelled to get into her PWD head,) was worried about throwing out the insulin/insulin imposter because insulin is so f*v$ing expensive?
And now I'm down the diabetes as a plot-line, rabbit hole!
9. Speaking of insulin, the price of insulin and diabetes related supplies and costs keeps me up at night. This is nothing new nor is it even slightly amusing. It’s scary and it’s real and I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.
But I struggle to pay for the "dumb insulins" that available to us now, so how the hell will I be able to afford the smart ones?
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