Monthly Archives: February 2012

Do not try this at home

I’ve always said I’m special, like super, higher-evolved special. I mean, I never had any wisdom teeth and in the future they won’t have any either. And the fact that I don’t have a working pancreas is further proof that I’m higher evolved; future beings, they won’t require the use of a pancreas either – insulin will be a thing of the past.

But now, I’m beginning to think I’m a freaking miracle – like grow a new pancreas miracle!

I kid you not, if you saw the state of my blood sugars lately, you wouldn’t be thinking this is crazy talk. Lows. Lows. Lows. And it’s not because I’m pumping myself full of unnecessary insulin, or because I’ve gone on a crash diet and am suddenly starving myself, quite the opposite in fact. My total daily insulin doses have decreased, and if anything, my calorie intake has increased trying to keep up with lows .

Seriously, I can have a chunk of Swiss, milky, sweet chocolate – without dialling up a bolus – and I still go low. Believe me, I’ve done it! And the only possible, reasonable explanation here is I must have grown a new pancreas. That’s got to be it. It’s not that far fetched really, I mean, my big, big brother had one and a half spleens… we’re all kind of higher evolved freaks in my family 😉

I’m cured baby! Wahoo!


Celebrating the cure!

THE MIRACLE RUN:
6 p.m. BG before: 4.6 (3 crackers and peanut butter, no bolus)
Temp. basal: -60 per cent (1 hour)
Distance: 5 km
Time: Approximately 36 minutes
6:45 p.m. BG after: 2.9 (YIKES!)

(Caution: New pancreases cannot be grown, Type 1 diabetes is not currently curable, don’t stop taking insulin)

Blowing in the wind

“Toto! I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore!” But I didn’t see no rainbows, oh no.

Holy crud monkey, that run on Saturday was seriously like running through a bloody tornado! (A West Coast tornado that is ;)) All along the boardwalk were smatterings of debris, and clusters of chairs that had been whipped over the patio of a nearby pub.

I kid you not, on the way out, my body was actually being pushed forward by the gales of wind at my back. I could feel my legs speeding up; the winds would not let me go slow. And I’ve got to be honest, that part of the run, was totally fun. I mean, if I could have my own personal wind at my back (like Father Time blowing non-stop hefty gusts of air) pushing me through a marathon, I’d be like a sub 3.5 hours for sure.

The way back, however, was a whole different story. What caused me to go super fast for the first half of my run, had the reverse effect for the last half. Running into that wind was like running through quicksand. It felt as though I was going nowhere. The gusts were whipping at my face, icy tears streaming down my  cheeks, and frustration burbling in my belly. I do NOT like going that slow!

But, on the upside, while I only ran a little more than 4 km, that wind made it more like 8 km. Yep, I’m totally going with that 😀

WIZARD OF OZ RUN:

  • BG before: 5.3  (3 crackers and PB, no bolus)
  • Temp. basal: – 50 per cent (30 minutes)
  • Distance: Between 4.0 and 4.5 km
  • Time: Forgot to time myself
  • BG after: 4.2
  • Temp. basal: +50 per cent (30 minutes)

Did you watch the Oscars on the weekend? We did… it’s tradition. Our favourite Italian family hosted the second annual Oscar pool where we each selected who we thought would win. Last year, one of the boys, who hadn’t seen any of the movies won the pool (the nerve!) but this year, Mario, who had watched the most movies on the ballot, showed him up. Phew. I tied for third…  my problem is I vote with my heart. AND, I’m too busy concentrating on the dresses to be paying attention to the ballots 🙂

My favourite dresses this year: Natalie Portman (love red and love polka dots!) and Penelope Cruz. The worst: (no surprise here really) Meryl Streep. Great actress. Great speech. God awful dress; it was like gold lamé drapes wrapped around her!

Who are your best/worst dressed picks?

Welcome back Mr. Sneakers

Hello world 😀

Even though I’m not training for anything right now, and even though my mileage has SIGNIFICANTLY decreased in the last few months, my world is still not complete without being able to lace up my sneakers and hit the pavement on a regular basis. And for more than 2 weeks, my world has not been complete.


Sneakers with no feet are sad sneakers indeed

As many of you know, I was suffering a nasty cold that lasted forever! It started in my head and progressively got worse filling my chest up with congestion and other such grodies. Dear Diabetes also reared her ugly head as a result. During my training days, I probably would have fought through the head cold, but once it’s in your chest, there’s no way I was taking chances with pneumonia. And so, I spent the last 2 weeks saddled up on the couch, missing my sneakers, longing for that cool breeze to brush against my skin, and the happy endorphins to fill my veins.

That all changed tonight.

Mario and I made a deal the other night: Cough or not, we were going for a run. Just a short run. Just a slow run. Just a get-the-legs-moving run. And ohhh what a gloriously happy run it was … mind you, it’s amazing what sickness does to your endurance. I was going majorly slow (didn’t want to overdo it, you know) but was feeling the huff and the puff in my lungs. What the?

TONIGHT’S RUN:

  • 6:15 p.m. BG before: 4.6 (3 crackers and peanut butter, no bolus)
  • Temp. basal: -60 per cent (30 minutes)
  • Distance: 3.5 km
  • Time: 23 minutes
  • 6:50 p.m. BG after: 4.2
  • Temp. basal: +60 per cent (30 minutes)

Next run, I’ll be wa-ay faster… least I didn’t lose my competitive nature 😉

‘Jam tomorrow, jam yesterday, but never jam today’

Two things.

Number 1: I’ve still got this bloody cold. My nose is still stuffed up, my voice is nasally, my ears feel like they’ve got cotton balls stuffed in them (I CAN’T HEAR!!!). I’m hacking up a lung (usually when trying to sleep or  trying to conduct an interview), I’ve got a chest full of congestion, and you wouldn’t believe the amounts of clear snot I’m blowing out of my nose. Where the hell is this stuff coming from? It’s freaking ridiculous!

Number 2: The insulin shooting through my blood stream seems to have gone on holidays the last two days. My blood sugars have been so disgustingly high. I thought at first it was because of the jam I had on my toast yesterday morning. Normally when I have toast, I opt for peanut butter, which doesn’t generally spike my blood sugars, but yesterday, I wanted strawberry jam. And it’s not like this jam was packed with sugar, it was half sugar with 5 carbs per tablespoon, meaning it had easy insulin manageability. Or so I thought.

Not two hours later, my BG had skyrocketed from 7.4 to 16.3. What the? I was freaking mad, like scrunching up my face, yelling in my head mad. But I wasn’t yelling at me, oh no, I was yelling at that damn jam.


Bad jam! Bad jam!

This morning, though, I had to apologize. I did not have jam this morning, I had sworn off the jam, promising never to allow its yumminess in my mouth again. And yet, it was like groundhog day for my BGs. Despite not having jam, despite eating something that never spikes my blood sugars, three hours post breakfast, I was fighting numbers in the 14s. Are you freaking kidding me? These are not numbers I like. These are not numbers I’m used to. These are not numbers that are in line with good diabetic numbers. What the frick is going on?


The peaks and valleys of my day 😦

I changed my infusion when I got home from work, hoping that maybe that was the problem, but I didn’t see any unwanted air bubbles in the reservoir, and the canula was still perfectly straight, not bent, not hooked, not munched up. So no, don’t think that was the problem.

Seriously frustrated…

‘A yellow flower with petals to the air…’

This is Big Ring:

This is my best friend:

This is the man I love:

This is my husband:

And three years ago today, atop Grouse Mountain, the location of our first date/non-date this is what we were doing:

Which resulted in this (note the diamond):

Yep, I’m a believer.

Happy Valentine’s Day! Hope yours was filled with lots of Leonidas chocolates, Sweetarts, and heart-shaped, red icing cookies! What’s not to love about this day 😀

Sick day selections

Today is Day 3 and a half of being stuck at home, relegated to either the bed or the couch, and my gawd, I am bored as hell AND I have a super sore back!

On the upside though, despite my nose still being completely stuffed up and infected green grodies still curdling out of my throat, I think I’m on the mend. My head isn’t quite so foggy, my voice isn’t quite so smoky, and I’m not struggling to climb the stairs nearly as much as I have been… I just need my blood sugars to get back on an even keel and the wheezing hack to disappear and I’ll be happy snappy once again.

The only saving grace of being sick is the all-day viewing I get (between cat naps of course) of the Food Network and girly, girly movies.

My top 10 best sick day movies:

  1. 13 Going on 30
  2. Pretty Woman
  3. Romeo and Juliette
  4. When Harry Met Sally
  5. Robin Hood (Cue Maid Marion’s: “Robinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!”)
  6. Dirty Dancing
  7. 10 Things I Hate About You
  8. Princess Bride
  9. Fast Times at Ridgemont High
  10. And to honour a late sick-day great: The Bodyguard

That list was super hard to come up with, I mean, only 10? There are so many to choose from, whether it be nostalgic selections, or girly girly ones, or those that tickle and warm the heart, or those that make you laugh so hard it hurts. Brothers Bloom, 500 Days of Summer, Across the Universe, In The Loop could have all easily made that list, but alas, only 10 were allowed… maybe I should have given you a top-20 😉

For today, I chose early years and teenage nostalgia with Gremlins and Edward Scissorhands.

What are your favourite sick day viewings?

Diabetes on colds

I try not to whine and complain about this disease of mine; I spent far too many years doing so and it never got me anywhere. So instead, I try to pretend we’re friends all the while fighting to conquer it behind its back. But some days Dear Diabetes gets the upper hand. The last five days, it’s had the upper hand.

I’m sick. I’m miserable. And yes, I’m whining a bit too. So please, allow me this:
Why the F is everything WITH diabetes so bloody complicated?

Last Monday, I was exhausted. After dinner I crashed on the couch not having any energy to pull myself up and get things done. By 9:30, I was out for the night. Tuesday, I hadn’t yet clued in, but my blood sugars had. They were having a hyperglycemia party in my veins. Wednesday, I had tired voice the entire day. Thursday, I was full-on sick: meek, crackling voice, throat felt like jagged knives were being shoved down every time I swallowed, stuffed up nose, head pounding so hard I can’t even turn the lights on, enough snot coming out of my nose to fill a pool, burning eyes, wheezing, hacking cough, and cravings for Lipton Chicken Noodle Soup (ever wonder why it’s called chicken when there’s no chicken in it?). Oh frick!


Two boxes and counting!

And when I get sick, I get emotional. People say it’s just a cold, princess up, stop being a wimp. But for me, it’s not just a cold – it’s a friggin’ nightmare on my diabetes. Ninety five per cent of the time, my diabetes is in tip-top shape. I’m averaging BG readings between 4.7 and 7.7 mmol on a consistent basis, which is awesome. But diabetes on colds, my readings skyrocket at all times of the day and night. It doesn’t matter how much I increase my basal rates, I’m getting readings of 11, 13, 15. I wake up in the middle of the night with a cotton mouth, a fuzzy head, sickness in the belly, splitting headache, and all over sweats – all because of high blood sugars. For those of you without diabetes, just imagine your early 20s, the morning after closing the bar. Worst hangover ever!

So no, it’s not just a cold. It’s hell. And to all those people who feel like heroes going into work when they’re sick, or who just need to get out into the outside world when they’re hacking up slimy green grodies, all the while infecting everyone around them – YOU SUCK!