Saturday, June 25, 2016

I Threw a Hissy Fit

The low drifted in as I prepared to settle in for savasana. The Dexcom confirmed that the sudden anxiety and irritation flooding my body was not a failure of my meditation but rather had more to do with my anticipatory morning-exercise-on-an-empty-stomach corrective bolus overshooting the mark.

I was hungry for breakfast, not glucose tabs, so I decided to wait, hoping I could make it home on a 78 gently drifting down.

I made it one block from the studio before I had to stop and cram 3 tabs angrily in my mouth, dizzy on a street corner. And suddenly I'd had it. I snapped. Tears welled in my eyes as I thought about my ruined savasana, my failure in calculation, the frustration of having almost made it, the anticipation of having to wait even longer to eat my breakfast or else risk a boomerang blood sugar, the shame of being a crazy lady cramming oversize smarties into her mouth on a street corner. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I gave no f*cks about being an adult woman crying in public.

As my misery and I made our way home, I was reminded of one of my mom's favorite stories to tell about me. How when I was about 3, I threw a huge hissy fit on the floor of JC Penneys. And she just left me there, wailing, until I got over it and went to go find her.

Snuffling a bit, I thought to myself, what wouldn't my 3-year-old self have given to be allowed to have sugar candies during that tantrum? It probably would have ended the whole thing, honestly.

So I sucked it up, to honor my inner child. I showered and ate a breakfast that said inner child would have hated (plain yogurt and fiberful cereal and a little fruit) and felt better. Then I sat and watched TV for an hour because I'm an adult and I do what I want, dang it. 

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Don't Believe What You're Reading

Okay, do.

Just don't believe the timestamp.

Because guess what, world. This lady is taking off! I'm going to be gone for the next 5 weeks doing what I do best, teaching & traveling, traveling & teaching.

So anything you read between now and July?'s already been maybe not reflective of my adventuring, although that will come later I'm sure!

If you want to follow along, find me on Instagram at: averyday102. WARNING: There will be puns, so be prepared to EL OH EL.

See you all back in real time, sometime in the future....groovy, dude!

Saturday, June 11, 2016

Hell Is

....being a teacher and moving between different schools that have open enrollment in June and August. Yet the deductible year starts in January for all of them.

Meaning that, in 2016, I will have to meet my deductible not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES with none of it counting towards my eventual out-of-pocket maximum.

Slow, deep breaths. Slow, deep breaths.

It's strange to feel sometimes like you quite literally cannot afford to live.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

West Texas Forever

A day in the life of a diabetic is....

Trying to set up your new backpacking water filter and becoming increasingly frustrated as you test it in the sink and repeatedly blow air into the sink instead of sucking water into the filter.

As a diabetic, though, you do a check. Are there any obvious mistakes? Am I unnecessarily angry? Am I hungry? my blood sugar a wee bit high?

I took a break as I waited for the Afrezza to kick in (only 15 minutes, BLESS YOU AFREZZA!!!).

I came back, calmer. I took another look.

Sure enough....I had connected the intake tube to the outtake valve and vice versa. Immediately apparent with fresh eyes and no sugary brain fog.

You know what they say....

Clear eyes, clear heart, can't lose (BLESS YOU COACH TAYLOR!!!).