I’ve been meaning to chronicle some of my recent travels. Today, I’m getting around to talking about my trip to Indianapolis at the end of October.
I may have been going to Indy for a Public Relations conference, but somehow the trip was significantly colored by diabetes… and not really in a bad way. I went for the PRSA International Conference as well as some of the pre-conference PRSA business.
After dinner with other PRSA chapter leaders on the first night, a lady came up to me and said, “I think you need a green one.”
I turned around to see her holding up an OmniPod PDM with a green skin. She had seen my PDM sitting on my bag and came over to say hi. Not only was the skin on hers green (my favorite color) but it also glowed in the dark, how cool is that?
As it turns out, my fellow podder and I were both diagnosed with diabetes as adults… about 5 years ago. We swapped stories and talked about not just diabetes, but just about everything else. Continue reading
In probably about 1 hour, this will just change to say: LOW
I have a spare pod in my purse and another spare pod in my desk here at the office, along with a vial of Apidra, so I’m not really being daring or living on the edge because I can just fill and affix a new pod whenever I need.
What’s going on here is that I’m getting a message. The past several pod changes have cut it quite close with the amount of insulin I have right there. I also think that LOW for below 5U is wrong, because I bolused 6 units on a pod that was reading LOW once… but that’s not a good normal for me.
Oh yes, back to the message. I need to start putting more insulin in my pods because I’m using more. My insulin delivery history has climbed slowly over the past few months and since both basal and bolus amounts are up, I believe that I’m not only eating more carbs but also requiring more insulin.
On the bright side, I know I’m not wasting insulin!
“Back before you had to bolus for it,” Brad said when reminiscing about college weekends and late night snack trips to get these amazing pretzel melts.
“It’s pretty amazing to see how much work goes into taking care of yourself with diabetes,” he continued. “So many people abuse the ability to make insulin, or use the crap out of it rather. They take it for granted.”
While that didn’t make my pancreas envy any better, it did make me feel better about who I’ve chosen to spend my life with.
Today is World Diabetes Day.
November 14th celebrates the birthday of Frederick Banting who, along with Charles Best, discovered insulin as a life-saving treatment for diabetes in 1922. Today, I celebrate being diagnosed with diabetes after this discovery, because had I lived a century ago, I would not have lived for very long.
I celebrate each of the 20-30 units of smelly, clear liquid that my body receives to stay alive.
There are people with different types of diabetes and people who love someone with diabetes getting involved today (and year round) to raise awareness and fight for a cure.
I am thankful for insulin, but it’s only a treatment. It’s not a cure.
I saw my endo last week. (Okay, more accurately I saw a doctor doing an endo rotation who was stumped by some of my questions and got my real endo so I saw her too and we were wearing basically the same shoes.)
I poured out some diabetes woes to her, including the new information I was receiving from my Dexcom that bothered. The frustration of pre-bolusing 30 minutes before consuming food and waiting forever for highs to subside.
She explained that the 1-hour-post lunch spike I was seeing is something that’s common with type 1 patients, but without a CGM they often don’t know about it. (My spike is NOT the textbook 2 hours after food so 2 hour post readings don’t really mean much for spikes) She apologetically explained that there aren’t any insulins that can come close to the speed of working-pancreas insulin. But she wanted me to give Apidra a shot (no pun intended!) to see if it helped.
(no I don’t mix these)
So today, my “Aspeedra” is in my OmniPod and we’ll see how this works.