1 Drop at a Time

Hello. This week has been a series of unfortunate events. From a sprained ankle while training for the Ath Half, to blood sugars that have hung out in the 300's, I'm at the, as Jacob would say, "What in the world?!" phase. My blood sugars have been high without eating or bolusing absurd amounts of insulin with meals. I went a solid 2-3 days thinking: -Maybe your insets are not long enough for your growing mid-section -Maybe it is your hormones -Maybe it is because of your ankle sprain and your current immobility -Maybe your insulin needs are changing If you notice a common trend these high blood sugars must be MY fault. I am not alone in this. My diabuddies do the very same thing. Of course our high blood sugars are our fault, why wouldn't they be? Hell, we stood the wrong way for a solid 2 seconds so that has to be why our blood sugars are high. WRONG. Y'all after all this, you know what was wrong? My insulin was bad....a whole dang bottle of insulin

How in the world has 4 years come and gone? I'd love to say I have this diabetes game figured out but each day is a new and exciting experience. Please sense the sarcasm. I remember August 14, 2015. I was this tiny, little half of myself, literally, my body was eating itself and I was scared and felt like crap. All the questions of what life was going to be like were swirling around in my head and my poor brain didn't have the energy it needed to process them. Fortunately for me, I never went into DKA (Diabetic Ketoacidosis), if you can remember, I tested positive for the type 1 antibodies after Jacob was born and was what they call, "honeymooning" for a few months. Honeymooning basically means my pancreas was still making insulin but eventually would stop. So fast forward to August 14, 2015 and my pancreas was crapping out. I got started on insulin and slowly but surely my life with type 1 began. Being diagnosed with a chronic illness that has no cure, is strange.

I never thought getting an order of diabetes supplies would make me tear up. Then again, going to the pharmacy used to make me bawl my eyes out and I made Osman get my insulin for a few months because it depressed the crap out of me. Oh how far I've come. Monday was a shit day.  I'll be honest, I've been avoiding doing anything diabetes related for the past couple of months, but supplies don't last forever. Between no AC and finding out that the current company I used for my diabetes supplies does not accept my new insurance, made me pretty cranky. In the back of my mind, I knew I just needed to call my insurance company and ask for a list of approved suppliers but who wants to do that? All it does is once again solidify the fact that I have this disease and it ain't going away and I probably wasted a solid 1 1/2 - 2 hours on the phone. So here is where I got super pissed. My old insurance allowed me to use the pharmacy portion of the plan so all we had to pay w