UPDATE: I went back and found out that Chyna Patterson was the employee who helped me at the Chick-Fil-A in Eastchase, Montgomery, Alabama. I gave her a big hug and spoke to her manager and district manager to let her know what a wonderful person they have working there.
This is a BIG THANK YOU to the wonderful Chick-Fil-A employee who helped me today. Six year old Grasshopper and I had our eyes dilated for an annual eye exam. Continue reading →
Sunday was not as much of a fun day as promised. I have been using expired Dexcom sensors because you know I’m cheap. It turns out they expire for reason. My numbers last night were 150 points higher than my readings.
So this morning I feel like I slept on a bar room floor. (I have never actually slept on a bar room floor.) I also have high hair which is code for uber greasy. I am sticky from sweating through the night. My hips hurt so much when I showered that shaving was out of the question. The only way to salvage my day is to lay in bed and watch Netflix.
Thanks to Jardiance and multiple boluses my numbers are back to where they should be. I am not changing my Dexcom. I paid for it. It needs to work, insert profanity of choice. It is a durable medical device. It should work a year after expiring. Right??
Perfect recovery day. Southern thunderstorms all day. I am hydrating and watching the 80’s version of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Highly recommended. My Omnipod is going to expire very soon. I don’t know how soon because it no longer tells me how many units are left. It is taunting me with the insulin bottle on its side and instead of units it just says low.
A more responsible adult would get up and get a new pod. It is much more important for me to give my rescue dog Molly peanuts every time it thunders. Positive reinforcement training is a thing. So is podcrastinating.
The pod death siren left me no choice. Pod change completed.
* Twenty points if you can spot the fun BG.
*I gave in and changed my Dex. Nobody has time for high hair.
Back in the fall of 2017, I saw a familiar name on one of the T1D Facebook pages I follow. Scott Benner, T1D dad, blogger at Arden’s Day and podcaster at Juice Box Podcast, asked what other parents might want to hear on upcoming podcasts. I posted asking for more discussion about parenting a young child with diabetes, and offered to talk with him about it.
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Fear is a terrible thing. It blocks, prevents, withholds. Strangely, it simultaneously drains my energy. For too long I have let my fear take charge.
When Grasshopper was born I had great plans of getting him into swimming lessons very early. Continue reading →
I’m staring into the pantry with a deer in the headlights look. Wide eyed, slack jawed… it can’t be THIS hard to come up with two snacks and a lunch for my kindergartner. Continue reading →
A few months ago Grasshopper’s school nurse, Amber, told me she had been contacted by some folks from the Pike Road Lions Club. Continue reading →
If I were to choose an icon of motherhood right now while my children are six and two, it would be an emblem of a little hand giving me a Kleenex tissue. And you know what? I accept that tissue. Continue reading →