1 Drop at a Time

Soon, we will be traveling back to Oklahoma. 13 hours in a car with a 14 month old really isn't our idea of a good time, so we opted to fly. Cue some anxiety. Part of me wants to keep my blood sugar close to 200 so I don't have to worry about dropping, as we trek our way through the massive Atlanta Airport. However, I know this is a silly notion because I am prepared. Anywhere I go, I have my little diabetes bag with me. If I forget it, it doesn't matter how far from home I am, I'm going back to get it. I gifted myself a new bag for my 6 Month Diaversay. The contents are all vital for my sanity and management of T1D. This is what it holds:  -My trusty glucometer  -Lancets/testing strips   -Alcohol Swabs  -Starburst  -Glucose Tablets  -Protein Bar  -Glucagon Pen  -Lip Gloss -Listerine Strips (gotta have fresh breath) -Insulin Pen in case my pump fails  These are my safety nets. They stay by my bed at night an...

Valentine's Day is quickly approaching and wouldn't it be so fitting that February 14th happens to be Valentine's Day and 6 years since Osman proposed? Look, back in the day, we were the royals of cheesy. When I read our post from 10 years ago, on Facebook's "On this Day," it makes me gag a little. I apologize for all the "sparking", as my dad so rightfully coined it, that occurred for all our friends to see on Facebook. AND February 14 is my 6 month Diaversary. As I sit and reflect on these past months, I am struck with how different I am, and how totally not okay I was with the thought of changing, but now, that is a different story. When I was officially diagnosed, I asked the question, "does diabetes define me?" The answer today is no, but it is a part of me. In August, diabetes was my worst enemy. I wanted more than anything to hate diabetes with my entire being. However, in this moment, diabetes is my friend. I decided we are stuc...

First, I have to divulge in my embarrassing, online for the whole world to read, moment. I write blog posts from my phone or my iPad. Well too many electronic device options, plus thinking you saved your edited work and then submitting your roughly written piece, that was NOT edited, for the world to see....Embarrassing! Lesson learned folks, if I think I edited/checked my work enough, NOPE! Go back and quintuple check your work, Meagan! Fortunately I caught my error and was able to make some necessary adjustments, but jeez! Makes me shiver with embarrassment. 9 years ago, I was of the ever tender age of 18, and preparing to take a journey overseas. I struck a deal with my parents, that if I graduated a year early from High School, for a semester, I could study abroad in Spain. I was so excited. It had always been my dream to speak fluent Spanish and see the world. Well the day came to say, "Until we meet again America," and I was devastated. Oh teenage angst w...

I know Mama always said, "don't cry over spilt milk." But what happens when 2 pieces of bread, marketed for 5g of total net carbs each, makes your blood sugar spike in the 200's and stay there for awhile, multiple days I might add, because you are in denial and then it makes you cry? Guilty as charged. I'm seeing red just thinking about it. If we were to look at this symbolically, subconsciously, the bread probably represents many of the food choices I have made, that did not have the best end result. BUT COME ON! I had a whopping, grand total of 15 g of carbs and I was climbing that Dexcom graph like it was the sequel to Chocolate Buttercream Saga, except it was sub par wheat bread and totally not worth the rise.  At the end of the day, now that I'm not crying a river or seething mad, it was just a reminder that I can try my damnedest, but there are days that Diabetes is feeling snarky like I can, and it just isn't going to cooperate. It just gets old say...

Hi there! I guess this is technically my first post of the New Year and January is halfway over! We hit the ground running with Jacob's first birthday and just haven't slowed down since. It is amazing, in the life of a baby, the difference a year makes. This time last year, we were getting excited over little sneezes and gas smiles and now, Jacob is cracking us up by his little mannerisms and attitude, that I surely don't know where he gets it from. This past week felt like week 1 all over again. I guess more of my pancreas peaced out because one night, I went to bed with a blood sugar of 125 and woke up with a blood sugar of 225. My site was good and my insulin was fine, but all of a sudden all my old tricks weren't working. I had to readjust all my basal rates and carb ratios and I seem to be needing almost double the insulin I was before. Don't worry, I am not pregnant. Although the thought crossed my mind. I don't foresee any siblings for Jacob in the ne...

The holidays are winding down. My rather large fluctuations in BG readings are leveling off and I'm looking to the new year with anticipation.  A year ago, today, Osman and I were nervously killing time, waiting to go in to be induced. We had a fancy lunch, walked around the mall. I was so excited to see the boy I'd been carrying, but so sad to have to share him with the world. It was definitely one of the most contradictory times of my life. I went into labor with the hope that all the blood sugar testing and fretting would come to an end, as gestational diabetes is supposed to "go away" with birth. I remember being thrilled to see "regular diet" on my discharge papers. I indulged in pizza and birthday cake for days after Jake's birth.   But reality set in with my HgbA1C was pre-diabetic and fortunately I was blessed with a hyper-vigilant OB doc who referred me to an endocrinologist, who ran the tests and said I would become type 1, but was in the ...

I had an appointment with my endocrinologist, yesterday. My A1C was 6.4, I was sure it was going to be over 7 with the MANY errors I had during the trial and error phase of setting up my pump. So I was pretty excited when the nurse told me my number. At my appointment, I felt like I had a mini graduation. I don't have to go back for another 3 months, and I don't have to check my post-meal blood sugars, thanks to my Dexcom. I was so excited yesterday, but now, I feel super anxious. My security blankets are being ripped away from me! However, I remind myself I have my doc's number pre-set in my phone, and if I get too concerned, my BG is only one stick away. Then I stop and think of everything going on in the world, and all the trails I have with diabetes. It is all just a drop in the bucket. We have had 2 mass shootings in the US within weeks of each other. So many people won't get to spend the holidays with their families, they would probably give anything to de...