Saturday, July 30, 2016

Tomorrow, tomorrow....

I love ya, tomorrow...

Things have been frustrating here in diabetesland lately. Although I consider Afrezza to be a gamechanging tool for me, essential to making me feel like an actual human who can eat actual meals rather than a slave to my blood sugars, insurance companies across the board beg to differ. Meaning access is getting trickier and trickier for me, which is scarier and scarier. What will they decide to take away next?

However, that's not what I want to focus on today. Today I want to talk about this and my hopes for the technological tomorrow. I want to talk about citizen science and the amazing advances that people are making because they want to and they can and they are willing to work hard.

It's easy to feel disillusioned with people, when dealing with insurance companies and bills and access.

Sometimes I just need a reminder that there's a flip side, a glimmer of hope. That people are marching fearlessly into the cyborg future and they're generous enough to take others along with them. 

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Another Quote

"Why was she dancing? No reason. Just alive, I guess"

--George Saunders

Why do we diabetics do all the things we do? Why do I work so hard when I could also just float along the surface in denial? All the math, the brainpower, the eating, the counting, the endless dancing? No reason in particular, yet also every single reason equally. It's the best way to be alive, I guess. 

Saturday, July 9, 2016

The Dinner Devil

Eat it too early, and you'll risk overnight lows.

Eat it too late, and you'll be see-sawing all night.

Eat it with friends, and you'll probably have too many carbs.

Eat it by yourself, and you'll probably have not enough.

Want alcohol with that? Forget the see-saw, it'll be more like the Tower of Terror (long slow rise to an uncomfortably high level, sudden drop around 3 am).

It's always been my least favorite meal, and now it's even more so. 

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Diaversary Numero Dos

Hello, fear. Thank you for being here. You're my indication that I'm doing what I need to do.

--Cheryl Strayed