bosela

This morning I made the decision to stay positive. So often I get caught up in the office drama and find myself jumping on the "bad attitude" band wagon. Not cool at all.

So far the day has been good. Each time I hear a complaint or a bad attitude I try to find something to say to brighten things up. It's funny how in almost every situation, you can find some good in it. That silver lining.

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 I met with a new endocrinologist last week. I decided as part of my pre-pregnancy planning to find a new diabetes care team. The maternal fetal medicine specialist I dealt with last pregnancy, who is also a diabetic, recommend this office. They aren't on my insurance plan, but we have a POS, so I can see whomever I want and get reimbursed 70 percent.

My old endo and I had a falling out earlier this year. I had problems with him throughout our year and a half long relationship and decided I needed to cut ties. I cannot believe what a difference a new office makes.

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I have been using insulin pump therapy to (attempt to) control my diabetes. It's been two years that I have been using it and I really do love it.

The benifits of my pump are many. Only having to stick myself once every three days is probably the biggest but also for me, my control is better.

The way the pump better mimics what a properly functioning pancreas is also a huge benifit. I know it is not for everyone but for me, it works.

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I'm leaving for Mexico today on a little (much needed) vacation. This is only my second trip since being on the pump. My first trip went over quite smoothly. I have no idea what my blood sugars ran, but I don't recall anything too horrific. And I didn't have any problems traveling with my pump or supplies.

But each trip is a little different and always a little nerve-racking. What if I didn't bring enough supplies? What if my snacks cause a red flag through airport security? Worse, what if they think I'm some terrorist because of my pump? What if I have an emergency while I'm there, surely those hospitals aren't like home?

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ajpscs

I've known him since I was a junior in high school. We met during the years that I wasn't taking care of my diabetes. I don't even remember telling him I was diabetic. I'm sure I did, but I doubt that I made it as detailed of a thought as it should have been.

It took me about two years after I met him to finally get my diabetes act together. By that time, he had moved out of state for college. We barely saw each other, so he never experienced what my diabetes was really like. He didn't experience the terrifying lows or the frustrating highs because he just wasn't around enough to see.

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Woodsy

I feel extra different today.

I think all people with diabetes feel like this every once and a while. That feeling of being different or just feeling like no one understands.

Seeing the candy jars on desks and the bagels in the break room don’t help. Seeing people walking in from the kitchen with a bagel covered in cream cheese and raving about how delicious they are gets to me.

At least it is getting to me more today.

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