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I Don’t Want To! I Don’t Have To! I’m Not Going To! You Can’t Make Me!

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In our family, my sister-in-law is famous for the phrase that is the title of this post.  According to my husband, it was her mantra.  She was gonna do it her way come what may.  That fortitude, while challenging to her parents while growing up, has served her well.  She has grown up to become an outstanding person both professionally and personally.  Her childhood motto still comes to mind when we are facing things that we just don’t want to do.  For instance, tonight I brushed my teeth, washed my face, slipped into my nightie and, finally, tested to calibrate my Dexcom.  75.  Huh?!  A glance at the Dexcom showed 77 which is why I didn’t hear an alarm.  I have it set to 75.  I surely didn’t feel a single hypo symptom.  In fact, of late, I don’t really feel my lows much at all.  Earlier today my Dexcom alarmed when I was almost finished brushing out the dog.  I had just taken a long walk so it was not surprise to be a bit low so I decided to try to finish up before grabbing a snack.  Two brushes later my heart started to pound and I felt a bit funny.  I put down the brush and checked the Dexcom.  75.  Arrow down.  Ok.  I decided to test as well.  54.  That would explain the strange feeling.  Luckily I was looking forward to eating a little something then.  But tonight?  Tonight I was not in the least bit interested in traipsing down the stairs and hunting up something to raise but not skyrocket my BS.  I found myself chanting to myself with each tread, “I don’t want to, I don’t have to, I’m not going to….you can’t make me.”  I surely wasn’t interested in glucose tablets.  Chocolate – too slow and later too high.  Marshmallows – too sticky and not at all appealing.  Ginger cookies bought for the purpose – too filling and crunchy.  I didn’t want anything sweet!  Finally I happened upon jarred grapefruit in light syrup.  I did the trick nicely without leaving me feel like I had just eaten rocks.  When all was said and done, I trudged back up the stairs to re-brush my teeth.  My sugar was back up and my attitude much improved at the thought of finally slipping between the sheets.

Still, there are just those moments, no matter your age, when you just have to vent; “I don’t want to, I don’t have to, I’m not going to, you can’t make me…”

So there Diabetes!


Lucky You, Lucky Me

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 It’s March and that always brings to mind visions of dancing leprechauns and four-leaf clovers.  The anticipation of spring is seen and felt by all.  There are buds on the tree outside my bathroom window and the eager daffodils push their buds ever upward despite the chilly nights.  The temperature has been a perfect 60 degrees F of late.  My son and I were able to watch a beautiful sunset while shooting some hoops (ok, admittedly I was more focused on the painted sky which would explain in part why he so thoroughly beat me).

Tomorrow I have my second appoint with my new Endo and although I don’t think my A1C will be where I want it to be, I feel optimistic about my new focus and steps towards bringing it back to a place I want it to be.

So here’s to hope and the promise of spring.  I had a friend comment to me once that in a way I was lucky because I had medical reason that I had to take care of myself and eat more carefully (not that she thought it was a good thing to have Diabetes) and that she wished she could find that kind of motivation to stick to a healthier diet and exercise routine.  I suppose that’s one way to look at it.  And, since all I really have the option to choose at this point is how I choose to look at things…Lucky you, Lucky ME!