Friday, November 7, 2014

Diabetes Friday - National Diabetes Month

November 1st begins a month long awareness campaign about diabetes. This awareness campaign occurs every year. People wear more blue and talk about diabetes: the ways to prevent it, treatments, the pain, and the shame of having it. I'm very proud of the diabetes online community (#doc on social media) and how we portray ourselves; we are just as wild and varied as the disease makes us.

Which brings me to the topic: the month itself. I find it ironic that the month where diabetes takes a spotlight is the same month that has America's biggest food-related celebration. As if we didn't have enough to take in every day...

What am I doing special for Diabetes Awareness Month? This blog post. I don't think that I need to do anything special in November other than what I normally do every day, try to manage the problems my body causes me, talk about it, and educate people on what the problems are.

I know this is going to be upsetting to some in the #doc, but I don't have enough energy to cover the things that I do right now. Don't like it? Let's talk about it.

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Saturday, November 1, 2014

Endocrinologist visits, or "Am I going to get hellfire or nurture?"

I've been on insulin pumping for just over 3 months now. I love it. I know I'm getting a constant base of care, I can easily get better management of my blood glucose when all things are equal.

But things are not equal right now.

My school work is the hardest it has ever been, with two very intensive writing classes (read: lots of papers) and a finance class where you have to memorize all the formulas. At work, the focus has changed with new management and cyclical sales. At home, my wife cannot keep up with her job and work with the Scout groups my sons are involved with. The house can never get clean, I can never get any time to be me; no gaming, no writing code, no playing with soldering hardware.

Courtesy user itstom (Felipe C. Mateus) via flickr.com
I feel like I'm drowning, because I've gone back to stress eating.

When I get really stressed out, I don't care about how much I eat, I eat. This normally happens when I am up late at night, by myself. That's been happening a lot the last month because my wife is going to bed earlier.

The big thing is that I have both a endocrinologist appointment and a regular doctor's appointment on Tuesday. I hope that my endo understands that I need to fix the mental problem before I make any changes in my therapy. When I can keep myself from getting in a depression cycle, my current therapy works. When I get mentally knocked off, waking up with 445mg/dL glucose happens. (BTW, it also didn't help that my infusion site ripped out during the night).

What do my #dsma family do when they know that the mental problem is the overall problem? Does their team just give it a *pffft*? Let's talk about it.

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