by Alese

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.

End of the School Year Burn Out: Lunch

by Erin

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 →

Camp Seale Harris

by Erin

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 →

Surviving Mother’s Day 2018

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 →

The Lights Fest

by Alese

Hottie and I officially made it ten years in August!!  Not all of it has been Instagram worthy.  What real relationship is??? He is my guy and life would be so much less fun without him. Continue reading →

Choose Kind

by Erin

I recently watched “Wonder” on Amazon Prime Video. It is the story of a family whose son is born with Treacher-Collins syndrome, a condition which alters the development of the bones and tissue in the face. I know I am late to the conversation as the book was published in 2012 and the movie came out in 2018, but I have had a couple of kids and some crazy years recently. Reference: all of my posts on this blog. Continue reading →

Spreading the Word

by Erin

Thanks to support from my family (special thanks to my sister-in-law Denise) I have reached out to some media sources in order to make the Sugar Rush Survivors message of hope, support, and T1D awareness available to more people. Today the Yellowhammer News published my piece called “Struggling,” Continue reading →