Incognito Diabetes

I worked at my last job for nearly 7 years. I started in July of 2011 and was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes the next month. So everyone knew that the new girl had diabetes. It was just normal and I didn’t have to think twice about things, everyone just accepted it.

On top of all of the things related to starting a new job – adjusting to a new commute, working in a new office, getting to know new colleagues and learning about a whole new industry – I had to make a few decisions about diabetes. I decided that being the new girl was enough to deal with that I wasn’t going to put it out there right away to my new coworkers.

It’s not a secret, if you Google my name, this site comes up, along with my Twitter feed and some of my work with DiabetesMine. I’m not going to great lengths to hide it, but I’m also not broadcasting it. Continue reading

Only In Your (Weird Diabetes) Dreams

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

A Case of Mistaken Identity: Drug Addict or PWD?

There’s a heroin epidemic in my home state. Drug addiction is a sad and serious problem in our country that is getting a lot of media attention. This crisis has had an unexpected impact on people who live with diabetes.

via Type 1 Diabetes Memes

Because after insulin, laughter can be the best medicine, those of us with diabetes make jokes about it, specifically type 1s like me who have to inject either regularly or occasionally. We joke about being high, we joke about shooting up to keep from getting high and we joke about being insulin addicts. All of which are true but out of context could sound bad.

However some of the actual realities of this disease have lead to mistaken identity in some cases.

Three things happened in the course of one week over the summer that prompted me to write this post.

Needles on the Playground Continue reading


I can’t do this anymore.

Stella celebrated my diaversary with a nap

I think this at least 5 times during the average day. Sometimes it’s traffic, client problems or other daily hassles that bring it on. But most of the time, it’s diabetes that makes me think this.

I think to myself some variation of, “I can’t do this anymore.” And then, I keep on. This is perseverance – Grit, resolution, pluck.

Last Friday was my sixth diaversary, instead of talking about diabetes, I chose to post about my new dog. Because dogs are more pleasant. Continue reading

Holding in a Sneeze: My weird week without my husband

It was Friday morning and I’m sitting at my desk with my face screwed up and trying to hold in a sneeze that was brewing. I know you aren’t supposed to hold in your sneezes, it’s not healthy. But I knew, if that sneeze came out it would start my nose bleeding again. I see enough of my own blood on a daily basis, I really didn’t need it to start coming out of my face… again.

It had been a weird week already so a perfect way to cap it off was appearing like I was on the verge of tears because that stupid sneeze was trying to form.

Brad was in Canada for work most of the week so I was on my own. Continue reading