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'm sorry Edy's. I am officially declaring you as a suspect in the wrongful and nefarious elevation of my son's blood sugar.

Your Dibs bite-size ice cream snacks are both delicious and convenient. Your collaboration with Nestle Crunch was nothing short of brilliant. But I'm afraid we may need to part ways. At 14 grams of carbs per bag, I thought maybe, just maybe we could coexist in this topsy-turvy world. But you went and ruined it.

You went and ruined it by acting like pizza. Normally, ice cream has little effect on Charlie's blood sugar. The last few times Charlie has had Dibs, his blood sugars went way up and stayed way up with no intention of coming down. (READ MORE)

amberthyme

Ever since I got my pump, I stopped logging my blood sugars. Typically, I kept a running chart of every blood sugar categorized by time of day and weekly averages. But since the pump stores all of my information and produces such wonderful graphs, I stopped logging.

However, those graphs do not show specific blood sugar trends on a weekly basis and the numbers are never directly in front of me (haunting me at times). So I decided that I would get back on the logbook wagon.

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I hate site-change days. It's not often that I use that word, but really, I hate days like today.

I was rushed this morning. I had planned to get up earlier than I did anticipating that I'd need to do a complete site and reservoir change. Didn't happen -- the getting up early part. As I sat at the table watching the kids eat breakfast, I felt myself rushing through the site-change ritual, even getting the infusion set tape stuck to the side of the QuickSerter. That's never good.

Take deep breaths, Michelle, I told myself. Slow down, I said. You're going to wind up with a bad site if you don't. So I did. Sort of. Well, enough to get my infusion set inserted.

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I finally got a letter from Olivia today - she comes home on Thursday.  It never fails to amaze me how long it takes a letter to go roughly 45 miles.  I wrote to her on Friday - I'm hoping she got that one, but I have my doubts. 

She misses us (awwww) and has been running low a lot while there.  They even had to give her mini-glucagon doses a couple of days because they couldn't get her to stay above 50.  Scary.  She must be more active than last year because last year, she ran high, high, high, pretty much the entire time she was there.  She seemed to think it was pretty funny to be low all the time.  Me, not so much.  Her big comment?  "My a1c is going to be PERFECT next doctor's visit."  Eh, yeah.  Only, maybe lets go about it some other way than sitting at 36 for a couple of hours, m'kay?

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I've joked about adjusting Charlie's happiness levels due to the effect it has on his blood sugar. I'm finding now it's not so funny. The adrenalin that comes from excitement shoots Charlie's blood sugar up like a bottle rocket.

The latest culprit: summer street hockey.

Everything was fine on game day. We were at the pool having fun. Charlie clocked in at a lovely 132 just before I made the mistake of saying, "OK, let's go Charlie. We have to go home and get ready for hockey."

What a horrible dad I am to say such harmful words. In retrospect maybe I should have spoken with the enthusiasm of a corpse …

"You have that thing, Charlie. It's really nothing though." (READ MORE)