Archive for July, 2008

Avenge me….

July 31, 2008

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One for the Road

July 31, 2008

All I Want for Christmas

July 30, 2008

Met with my pod educator tonight to go over how I’m doing. My numbers have improved dramatically, and it looks like I’m evening out. She went through some more advanced things, like programming an extended bolus and temp basal, which eluded me (apparently some folks find that doing a 30%/70% bolus split for pizza does wonders. That is, you can program it to give you 30% of the amount you take to cover pizza up front and the other 70% over the next 3-4 hours as your sugar starts to *really* spike. God, could you imagine if I could figure out a way to eat pizza again without being sick?). So I’ll be playing around with those.

She also gave me a few tips for keeping the pod on during exercise. Some people actually apply extra super glue between the pod and the adhesive (it’s actually made to move a little bit with your body, but you can secure it tighter) or to stick it on just below my arm, towards my back and underneath my bra – so my sports bra would, effectively, also serve as my pod bra. Ha.

I’ve dated some guys who are pretty squeamish and easily weirded out, so I was concerned, at first, about having the pod on my stomach. When I realized you could wear it on the back of your arm, well, hell, there goes the last squeamish thing I had about the pod. Stuck to the back of your arm, it’s less likely to get in the way, and less likely to make a partner squeamish or weirded out.

Also, she showed me how the backlight works! Oh, man, you have no idea how fucking sweet this is. All these nighttime sugar checks are a bitch with no backlight. I have to use my cell phone. Back in the day, I’d have to turn on my book light or a bedside light, which isn’t bad when you’re sleeping alone, but I do hate it when I have a partner and have to bug them.

She cautioned me about my tight target. My target is set at 85-95, and damned it all if the damn thing doesn’t fucking keep me there. Today’s numbers:

5:33 am: 98

12:13 pm: 81

3:00 pm: 121 (post-lunch correction, look, I’m getting better!)

7:48 pm: 80

With a tight target, though, you do have a better chance of going low, so I need to be aware of it. You’re also at risk for developing hypoglycemia unawareness, which I need to watch out for (hasn’t been a problem yet, but some people have it right off the bat). I *have* noticed that I feel low more often now when I’m not low at all. I tested twice with this meter and again with my old meter a couple of times when I could have sworn I was low, but was at a respectable 90-something. So it’ll be interesting to see how that pans out. I assume that as my body gets used to being constantly at 80-100, that’ll happen less often.

I want an A1c under 6. I just do. Under 6 is normal. Under 7 is “target” for a diabetic. But I don’t want to be a diabetic. I want to be as normal as possible while living abnormally.

I was dancing around in the hallway today at work for no reason, and realized how great I’ve been feeling. I can’t just bottle this stuff up. I have to work hard for it, everyday, and you know…? It’s worth it.

So. Fucking. Worth it.

T1 Ironman Blog

July 30, 2008

Good reads, my T1s, good reads.

Mmmm Equality

July 30, 2008


Personally, I’ve been striving toward equality to empower my fellow women with the desire and opportunity to get boob jobs. Also, cardio strip classes are waaaay more practical than kickboxing. The moon is also made of cheese and Jesus rode a T-Rex to school, which makes me happy.

No?

Killing Us Softly

July 29, 2008

Women and “women” in advertising.

A touch dated in presentation (“they now use computer imaging to make fake women!”) but the ads – and the messages – are still the same.

(it’s all good, but be sure to check out the Special K ad at the end)

Quote of the Day

July 29, 2008

“The price of discipline is always less than the pain of regret.”
– Robin Sharma

Omnipod By the Numbers

July 29, 2008

5:34 am: 96

12:12 pm: 95

3:15 pm: 155 (still working on that post-lunch correction)

6:51 pm: 95

No fucking shit.

The bitch is back, yo.

Catherynne says..

July 29, 2008

In the days before I got the bright idea to start writing novels, I ran that particular obstacle course. I dutifully ate the scorpions and walked the highwire, dredging up my childhood abuse and past relationships and anything else that seemed suitably dire to please a professor. It really makes for an alarming personality type: someone who has lost all notion of appropriate social filters, and views their private pain as public discourse.

You know, a blogger.“

Read the rest

WoW No More

July 29, 2008

My WoW account expired yesterday, much to the delight of my book contract and my waistline. I suspect the 5 lbs I’ve gained over the last three months have just as much to do with too much WoW as they do with too many flourless peanut butter cookies.

Now that I’m on the pump, I’m paying even more attention to what I’m eating. Again, as I discovered back when I did my health assessment, it’s funny that I’m one of those people who can’t let things slip for a few months. A few months of WoW and cookies and it’s all over. Sucks to be me, but that’s the way it is. At least I catch myself now.

Still working at fine-tuning the insulin for workouts. I hate having to re-calibrate everything again after just getting it down. Not doing well on that front. Continuing to do my workouts at work, but not my additional 2 at the gym. I need to face my fear and just fucking do it.

Just do it.

Personally, I always like the “No Fear” slogan a lot better.