Courage and Ketones

That awkward diabetic moment when

You go to test and you have no more strips.

This isn’t a promo, I just got this app because my doctor said it was good. And really, it is. I don’t use it ALL the time, but you can look up foods (like Calorie King) and it’ll keep track of protein, fiber, carbs, calories, etc. for your whole day. You can look through restaurants, different foods, or search. It’s pretty nice.

This isn’t a promo, I just got this app because my doctor said it was good. And really, it is. I don’t use it ALL the time, but you can look up foods (like Calorie King) and it’ll keep track of protein, fiber, carbs, calories, etc. for your whole day. You can look through restaurants, different foods, or search. It’s pretty nice.

Me: I'm totally high right now. I've gotta check my blood sugar.
Meter: 128.
Me: ....whelp.
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Time: I pass.
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Me: Sweet Baby Gandhi I'm so lllloooooowwwwww.
Meter: 345
Me: ......*facepalm*.

I thought this whole sensor business would be awful, until I realized it’s like a blood sugar stalker, and I’m the inside man keeping track of the mission.

Reblog if you are a confident, brave, strong diabetic!

Sensors?

I just got one put in. My doctor wanted it done for a week so she can figure out why I’m having such a hard time controlling my blood sugar. I could have told her without having to have a sensor, keep records, or check my blood sugar an abnormally high amount of times a day. Stress, hormones, school, and regular teenage life. Because shockingly, I have a normal life with diabetes. I was afraid to tell her though, since she probably would have gone into shock at the prospect.

Food records make me feel so not-normal. It’s like a reminder of how dependent I am on modern science and technology, that a meal could be my undoing.

My therapist is a hardcore diabetes badass.

I went into my first therapy appointment after my doctor freaked out at my A1c expecting to hold hands and talk about the tragedy that is my diabetes. But for once, this lady was actually living in reality. We basically went back and forth ranting about doctors and having diabetes in THE REAL FREAKING WORLD, and how basically no one but a fellow diabetic really gets what it’s like to have a life with diabetes. I love her. Because honestly, NO ONE has ever talked to me about the real world and diabetes. It’s always been “you HAVE to test 5 times a day and do this and do that, or you’ll die”. She was never like that, and she actually gave some realistic ways to get my A1c down. She was real with me, and I wanted to give a huge shoutout to her.

All the time.
Blood Sugar: Hey, you should eat.
Me: No.
Blood Sugar: C'mon now, gimme some sugar.
Me: It's two in the morning.
Blood Sugar: And you're shaking.
Me: I like my warm bed, thank you.
Blood Sugar: You're up anyways, aren't you? Go have some skittles.
Me: ......Fine. *gets up*
Blood Sugar: Great! And just to thank you, I put all the sharp corners and things you could step on right in your way!
Flying and its joys.

I’m going to Florida for spring break, and I forgot how much it freaks me out that a little piece of paper determines whether I fly free of problems or am forcefully detained somewhere because security things I’m a drug smuggler. I love pat-downs as much as the next flyer, but no. Just no. But hey, not everyone gets that experience of being a potential drug smuggler, right?