Diabetes Battle

I have a boatload of photos to upload from the Roche Diabetes Blogger Summit, but I’m currently at the BlogHer conference in Chicago and the bags under my eyes are hollering for SLEEP.  Photos next week! However, since Ms. Rachel has already outed me on my Walgreen’s purchase , I figured I should just tell this story and get it over with before someone else makes fun of me.  (Ahem, Scott Johnson .) So this morning on the bus going from the hotel in Indianapolis to the Roche headquarters, I was sitting next to Scott.  And we’re talking and then all of a sudden … "Oh my God!  Oh shit, I left the curling iron in my room!" We’d already checked out of our suites and our luggage was waiting in the foyer of the lobby for our return

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It’s in the Fridge.

Like I wrote a few weeks ago, "Even though I do not like the disease, there are some diabetes-related simple pleasures that make me smile."  But on the flip side of that, there are some diabetes-related things that make me grimace.  (Not Grimace , but grimace.)  And when I’m feeling down about the hard parts of managing this disease, I often turn to humor to lift me back up.  (For me, a little gallows humor goes a long way in keeping me from really falling into a depressive state.  It seems like a counterproductive idea, but it really helps me.) This is where Haidee Soule Merritt ’s book comes in:  One Lump or Two?  Her book more than resonated for a 20+ year diabetes veteran like myself.  It’s taken me a long time to build up this much amusement at a disease that’s trying its hardest to take me out, but now I’m in the thick of the smirking-despite-the-chaos.

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One Lump or Two?

Last night after work, I stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few things on my way home.  The place was post-work packed. I was wearing a dress with a bit of a busy print, and loud, clacking heels, so I wasn’t really a shrinking violet.  But it wasn’t a big deal to be a big over-dressed for grocery shopping – I was just running in and running out as quickly as I could. I go to the produce section and fill my cart with a few items, then I remember that Chris asked me to get fruit.  So I went over to the selection of apples, which had apparently just been refilled, as they were piled high.  High as in like two dozen levels of red, shiny apples.  With a plastic bag in my hand, I reached out and grabbed an apple.  And then another.

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Channeling Grammie.