subsilk

It may be strange or alarming, but I've often imagined being kidnapped. I watch a lot of TV crime dramas, so the thoughts tend to race through my head. I imagine my reaction as a human, as a woman, and as a diabetic.

As a human, I know that I'm not giving up without a fight. My life is precious and valuable, whether someone else sees that or not. I would try every plan to escape or leave every clue to allow the police to do their jobs quickly and efficiently.

As a woman, the same truths apply. I'm not giving up without a fight. I refuse to give in to whatever threats unless I've tried my hardest to get away or delay the action.

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stinky_harriet

I've been under 100 for half of the last ten blood sugar checks. My lows are mostly in the seventies and eighties now. Only three below 60 in the past week. My averages are steady at 133, with certain times of day at 110 while others average at 158.

I'm certainly not complaining about good numbers and amazing averages. It's taken years of blood, sweat, and tears to get my diabetes where I want it to be. I actually feel like jumping up and down for joy at the moment. I can see the future ahead of me, not tainted by complicated pregnancies or kidney disease.

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thinkroni

I've been reading "Psyching Out Diabetes" off and on. Each chapter is devoted to a different emotion that commonly affects diabetes management. So far, I haven't had an epiphany. But it is nice to hear what some diabetics struggle with in their diabetes growth and how those outside are affected.

One of the topics in the "Anger" chapter is about terminology and labels. What is right: diabetic or person with diabetes? The great debate!

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Lindsey Guerin

While in Mexico, my previous pleasant numbers took a turn for the worst. My averages jumped from 130 to 170. Despite proactive measures and many reactive measures, I could not seem to control any of my blood sugars.

My blood sugars ran fine the first two days. I actually ended up low for the majority of the time, so I lowered my basal. We were walking all over the city, in the heat for extended periods of time, and eating at unusual times (11 pm for dinner).

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blo0ms

There are certain situations where I know that I need to reduce my basal and accurately judge carbs unless I want to end up in a fit of lows. Tonight was one of those situations.

My nerves always get to me, so I lowered my basal for the next four hours by 0.30. I ate a small dinner and took a square bolus (not for the type of food) but because I knew that the bolus up front would send me crashing. I assumed I'd be fine, if not a little elevated by the end of the night.

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sixuntilme

I knew that walking around the huge Texas airport carrying two pieces of luggage would be strenuous. I also knew that the stress of making a flight and worrying about forgetting things would be a factor. So I lowered my basal by two increments about an hour before hitting the airport.

When we finally made it to the terminal, I checked in at 150. Perfect. I wanted to run a little higher than normal to avoid a low. I didn't bolus and kept my basals the same.

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