The Day After

Yesterday I went for my 3 month check up. I usually try to get my blood work done a few days in advance. According to the lab, my A1C was 7.9. Not quite to the ADA's standards, but it could be a lot worse.  Dr. H was happy with me overall. No eye disease, no kidney disease-its been eight years so far.  I can be proud of myself and give my self major kudos for that!!!!!!!!! 

Seriously, living and dealing with Type 1 day in, day out, 24/7, 365 days a year, its not easy constantly monitoring what I eat, activity, etc, etc, etc, etc..........


Some days I just want to scream and throw away all these damn supplies.  Unless you are living with this, you can't fully understand the frustration that comes along with it. (So no judging!) I hate to sound preachy, but I can't tell you how many times I voice frustration, only to be told by someone who doesn't have T1 that it could be worse, at least you can control it, I could go on......


However, most days I just check my sugar, give my shots, and go on with my life.  Its become a part of me. ( I still don't like saying that....) Its not always convenient and its definitely  not pretty. I have become a stronger person for it. Yup, that's right you islet cell killer! 

Sugar's Siren Call

"Christiiiinnnaaaaa, come and eeeaat meeeee!!" That would be the evil call of Sugar. She calls me several times a day. "I can make you feeeel better. I can make your problems go awwwaaayy." Not really. Sugar, your so called promises of happiness and making things better are not true! Perhaps briefly you might make things better, but in reality, you do nothing good for me. You're sweet on the outside, but evil on the inside.

Note: This post is being published after I originally began writing it....


Yesterday, one of my roommates from college and I spent the day together. We had lunch at her house, then went to the mall. After the mall, we went to a Blue Rocks game. We got seats right near the dugout! We shared a funnel cake-yes, lots of carbs! I went to take a shot to cover the evil carbs and realized I had three (3!) units of Novolog left! Not cool. Needless to say, when I got home, my bs was over 300.