The girl I’d just met a couple of hours before on the dock of our rented lake house stepped just inside the door of my bedroom as I unpacked my duffel bag. I, along with 8 other girls, was spending the weekend at a lake in upstate New York to celebrate the upcoming wedding of our friend. I felt a little like an outsider in the group because I only really knew the bride and maid of honor before the trip. I’d met a couple of the other girls before and the rest were strangers.
My Dexcom sensor peeked out of the leg of my shorts from its site on my thigh. “Yes,” I responded simply.
I have a history of very vivid and weird dreams. I’ve heard of others with diabetes having strange diabetes dreams and even stranger dreams when a low blood sugar is involved. In more than 6 years with type 1 diabetes, I hadn’t experienced a diabetes dream… until the other night.
I woke around 2:00 a.m. to my Dexcom alarming low, so I checked my blood sugar and it was 66 mg/dL. A little low, so I treated with a marshmallow from the bag on my nightstand (don’t judge what you don’t understand) and ended up slipping back into sleep. I can’t remember everything about the dream I had next, but here’s what I do remember… Continue reading →
So my diabetes gadgets were Out of Warranty and I had planned to keep it that way as I wait for better technology. Hope draws closer as people are actually being enrolled in the first tubeless artificial pancreas trials (wish one of the clinics were here in Cleveland!). But I’m halfway back under a warranty.
My Dexcom gave the dreaded, “transmitter battery low, reorder soon” message. So I called my medical supply company. After a slightly frustrating conversation where I had to repeat myself four times and spell the word “low” the lady said she’d get the paperwork in for me to get a new Dexcom G4 system. “Since I’m getting a whole new system, let’s put in paperwork for the Dexcom G5 please.” (Because who wants new-old technology?)
She put in the order and I anticipated full transmitter battery death was imminent and prepared to fly blind for a week or so without my CGM. Thankfully, that didn’t happen.
In May, I was invited to be part of an adults with type 1 diabetes panel at a local JDRF event. I wasn’t the youngest person on the panel, but I’d had type 1 the shortest amount of time as I was the only one diagnosed as an adult. I was asked to share about the adjustment to life with type 1 as an adult, so I gave my abbreviated diagnosis story.
I talked about the time five years ago as a recent college grad and new wife. I listed out the symptoms I was experiencing: unquenchable thirst, peeing all the time, tired, blurry vision, weight loss, vomiting… “My husband finally convinced me to go to the doctor,” I told the audience. “And they gave me a pregnancy test.” The audience had a visible physical reaction to that statement. Everyone present knew those symptoms, knew what they meant and expected me to say that when I went to the doctor they diagnosed me with diabetes right away, the pregnancy test was a surprise to them.
As I sit here in the middle of my season of 5th year milestones, I have trouble believing that five whole years have passed. And in the next minute, it’s hard to believe that only five years have passed because it feels like a life time. There’s a lot that I’m thinking about on my 5th diaversary. Continue reading →
I’m still wearing the first insulin pump I ever got… sort of. Since I started pumping with OmniPod in December of 2011, I’ve had two generations of pods and at least 5 PDMs, but as far as Insulet and my insurance are concerned, I’ve been out of warranty since December.
I think I’m going to stay that way for awhile too.
I like my OmniPod and don’t really want to switch off of it. I could choose to re-up on OmniPod and get myself a new PDM and keep the old one as a back up, but to do so would essentially lock me into OmniPod for another four years. I feel like we have finally reached a point in technology and development that there are actually new and significantly better things around the corner. Continue reading →