1 Drop at a Time

The past couple of nights haven't gone so well. Last night, I even had two lows. Before, I would eat a glucose tab or two, surf Facebook and silently pity myself. That was before Beyond Type 1 came out with an app that is basically what would happen if Twitter and Instagram had a baby and that baby just happen to have T1D. This app is world wide and beyond amazing. Last night, while I "patiently" waited for my blood sugar to go up, I was immediately connected with more than one person experiencing the very same thing! Sure, I got frustrated and said a few choice words, especially when my dexcom sounded the alarm for another blood sugar in the 50's but I wasn't alone. Now that I have had some time to reflect, I realize just how many people from all over the world, I have met. Sometimes I fear diabetes will chain me down to my comfort zone, but with this app, I get a glimpse at just how large and beautiful this world is. How can you not get a bit of wanderlust,

Well today was the ever dreaded doctor's appointment. However, all that stress and worry was in vain. I lowered my A1C to 6.0!! However, my cholesterol went up a smidge, so I pretty much need to lay off the cheese. Sad day. Cheese is my life, no carbs, no problems... Warning: A little sappiness up ahead :)  On June 11th, Osman and I will be celebrating our 5th Wedding Anniversary!!! We both came from diverse backgrounds and chose to be married by a Jewish judge who specialized in interfaith/intercultural weddings. Osman and I wrote our ceremony, and for us, it was perfect. I remember, just for good measure, we both put in the line "in sickness and health." I thought this wouldn't be needed until we were old and having a knee replacements. Never in a million years did I think we would spend this past year navigating the murky waters of chronic illness.  That being said, the man I married has far surpassed the promises he vowed on our wedding day. His patience and forgi

I had to get my labs drawn this morning. It encompassed a whole plethera of tests with lots and lots of numbers and ranges. For three months, I can kind of pretend I am not sick and some days, it is so nice.  For me, I treat this new normal as though it is not a complicated, chronic illness. Sure, I have to take more time to do things. I have to plan and then plan some more. At the end of the day, I just don't want to be an illness. So having to go to the doctor and be "graded" on how well I am handling life, just sucks. That being said, my doctor is awesome and never makes me feel that way, this is all me.  So here I sit and play the world's smallest violin, in a puddle of self woe. I don't even know if my numbers are bad or good, I just don't want to be numbers anymore.  And then I spilled my entire cup of Jittery Joe's Coffee. Everywhere. What an ever so embarrassing mess. I went up to the counter and asked for some paper towels and in turn, the barista