Hey dLifers! I wanted to let you know that dLifeTV is conducting a nationwide search for real people with real stories about living with diabetes. Your special story could be a featured segment on a future episode of dLifeTV. What obstacles have you overcome? What challenge have you met? What unique experiences have you had? Who has made a difference? In an email, tell us your name, address, phone number, and your dLife story.

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Cycle day 27: Aunt Flow will arrive in approximately three days. And likely with little warning.

Except for the lows. Oh, man the lows she brings for several days before her arrival. They're not brutal, just surprising. Not like, "Holy &*%$ I'm 29!" More like, "Wow my post-meal is 94."

I actually enjoy the relative lowlessness that she brings, although I have to be much more vigilant about my blood sugar management. For example, this morning it was an incredible 60ish degrees, so I took No. 2 and No. 3 for a walk (No. 1 was camping with The Mr.). While it was roughly two hours since breakfast, I somehow find that I usually don't test when I spontaneously decide to take on physical activity. Something prompted me to check this morning. I definitely didn't expect to see low 90s.

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Remember when I wrote recently about having bacteria in my urine? For the third time this year. Remember when I wrote about the first two times earlier this year -- when I had this problem twice within about two months? Remember that Dr. C didn't think it was such a big deal? Remember that I off-handedly blamed it on my water bottles, but didn't really have any "evidence"?

Well, now I do! In a recent Diabetes Health article, plastic packaging is linked to diabetes and other health problems: Higher urinary levels of the commonly used chemical, BPA, are linked with cardiovascular disease and diabetes.

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A number of you left comments on my post about leaving little clues about my diabetes diagnosis for my boss in an email. Several of you were pretty critical of my actions.

Long-time readers of my blog, though, will know that I’ve decided to take a different approach at my new job. When I was diagnosed, I was less than a year into a job I loved with people I loved and respected. I had no problem telling just about everyone about my diagnosis. In fact, I felt relieved knowing everyone knew.

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I was so shocked when I read a comment on my post about finding the right doctor for me that all I could think about was the first line to the response I would write. I just couldn't get past the shock.

The commenter suggested that, in short, I should consider therapy to address my anger issues regarding diabetes. You know what, that person is right. I am angry that I have diabetes. Damn angry. And I should be angry. This disease has the potential to consume my life, affects my family and invades nearly every activity I do. I have a right to be angry.

But this is not the kind of anger that requires therapy. This is the kind of anger that requires action. Finding the right doctor for me – especially in a new city – takes time and knowledge. Knowledge of my body, my condition, my desire for quality healthcare. (READ MORE)

To: Michelle's boss
From: Michelle
Date: Tuesday, Sept. 23, 2008
Subject: Tomorrow morning

Hey, boss. I'm going to have some bloodwork done on my way in tomorrow. I should be in by 8:30. I went to do it on Friday afternoon, but my doctor's office failed to tell me I had to be fasting. Grrr.

To: Michelle
From: Michelle's boss
Date: Tuesday, Sept. 23, 2008
Subject: Re: Tomorrow morning

OK. I hope everything's OK.

To: Michelle's boss
From: Michelle
Date: Tuesday, Sept. 23, 2008
Subject: Re: Tomorrow morning

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