I think we all know, or have known, how bolusing for a breakfast can be a real pain in the a$$. I like to make sure I have a healthy breakfast, but I’m also a sucker for toast & bagels and other easy, delicious things. To me (not diabetes), the more carbs, the better it tastes. Imagine my delight when I found these pancakes on Pinterest. I pinned them a while ago, and completely forgot about them until my cousin mentioned them during our ski day. I knew I had to try them. I mean, how hard could something with 2 ingredients be?
Here is the original recipe.
I have made it with just banana & eggs, but have since decided to add a bit more flavor.
Smash the bananas. I wish I had one of these, but I don’t so a fork works wonders. When the recipe says to use a ripe banana, it is true. Last week I used a barely ripe banana, and there were a lot of chunks, which makes the consistency & the cooking a bit off.
I tried using coconut oil on the pan, but I found it much more difficult to cover the pan evenly. Just before cooking, I add one more ingredient.
I know it says to make a few pancakes, but I make one giant one (that turns out like a mixture between pancakes and scrambled eggs). It is still delicious. It just means that the cook time is longer. I check the flipability (I think I just made that up, but I think you know what I mean) ~every 45 seconds.
I know the end result doesn’t look pretty, but they are delicious (if you like bananas). I especially love how I do not rise too much after eating them!
When I opened the package, I thought, “well these are ugly.” Then I picked them up and stuck my hand inside and thought “wow, this is nice.” I then called my mother and said “you are not allowed to steal them!” If you’re wondering what on Earth I’m talking about, it’s socks.
Sometime this summer, I was contacted about trying out a pair of socks called Heat Holders. I’ve never been asked to try & review a product before, so I was really excited and also thinking “you know it’s summer right?” I said I wouldn’t feel comfortable writing a post until I had a chance to wear them in really cold weather. This weekend I finally had that chance. I was working on the ski house with my parents, and it was ~10-15 degrees outside. We were inside, but it was still cold. I was holding the ladder while my father worked on getting the insulation in the ceiling. Do you know what holding a ladder means? It means you’re standing still not really moving or doing anything to keep warm. I had to take a break to go warm up in the basement (the basement has heat). As I was walking down the stairs I realized that my feet were not cold. I then thought, “MY FEET AREN’T COLD!” I went the whole day without ever having to think about my feet. I did, because it was a weird feeling to have the rest of my body cold and not my feet, but I didn’t HAVE to think about them. It was awesome. I can’t wait for a big snow storm to test them out again! The only thing I’m disappointed about is the fact that they are so thick, I won’t be able to wear them with my ski boots. Considering I love all sorts of snow activities though, I know that these will get plenty of use.
You know what is even better? You have a chance to win a pair! Leave me a comment about what winter activity (or not-activity) you’d love to have these for, and give Heat Holders a like on Facebook and a follow on Twitter and you could win a pair. I will be going old-school style and picking a name out of a hat to find the winner. (I tried to be fancy, but I just couldn’t get it to work. You have until Tuesday, 12/10 at 6PM to enter. I will announce the winner on Wednesday morning!
*I was contacted by Heat Holders through email, who sent me these socks so that I could write a review. I have not received any compensation, but these socks are mine! Also, all thoughts are my own.
I often think I’m pretty lucky. Diabetes appears to keep me awake in the middle of the night less than most involved in the DOC. Last week I had a stubborn high. I was trying to stay calm, and not rage bolus. The only thing that drove me nuts was my craving for apple cider. Eventually I gave in, and had some and bolused. But everything was methodical and measured so that a low in the middle of the night would not happen.
I went to bed later than I wanted to ensure that my pump was in fact working. I was still high, but I was coming down. I started reading and I got really hot. The next moment my Dexcom was going off that I was plummeting. I tested and checked my IOB. Even though I was in the 120s, I had an AirHead because I didn’t want to go low, and I knew that is where I was headed. I turned to Netflix to keep me awake and give me a timer longer than 15 minutes to give the sugar time to work. This started at 11:30 and kept going until 3AM when I ate three airheads in a row and just wanted to cry. I was surprised that no one had responded to my low tweet, but it turns out I never actually sent it. I fell asleep thinking “will I wake up tomorrow?” And then of course I did sleep right through my alarm, because 3 hours of sleep is not enough for this lady.
I am grateful that this does not happen frequently, but it still doesn’t feel good when it does happen.
Because it’s one AM and I’m so full of rage that I can’t sleep.
Because I’ve gone to bed MULTIPLE times this week thinking “will I wake up in the morning?”
Because I’m so full of sugar that I feel like I’m going to throw up.
Because my pump is yelling at me to refill it and I don’t want to turn the alarm off.
Because I want to throw it out the window.
Because I don’t want to advocate right now.
Because I didn’t have a choice but TO advocate.
Because my advocacy is reaching people I wasn’t even trying to.
Because that makes me smile.
Because the rage from diabetes gets in the way of working positively with the kids (when this happens I hide in the laundry room).
Because even though I didn’t have a roller coaster day, my night sucked.
Because having friends with “medical conditions” makes creepers at a bar stop talking to you.
Because I didn’t want to get home this late, but an under 40 low blood sugar kept me stranded at the bar.
Because driving is scary even if I’m not low anymore.
Because if I’m stranded at the bar, let me drink damnit.
Because the rage is all encompassing.
Because I thought I was done with it.
Because I’m wrong.
Because this happened on the way to school last week and my heart just exploded:
BoyMagine: Will you have diabetes forever?
Me: Yes, my pancreas stopped working forever.
BoyMagine: Well isn’t there a cure?
Me: No, there isn’t
GirlMagine: Yet Briley, Not yet.
When we left Maine on Saturday, we were all pretty tired. I felt as though I should offer to drive, but just knew that with the sun setting and the country roads there was no way this was a safe option. Instead I chose to bundle up and sleep. I woke up about an hour later when we stopped for dinner. I felt low and checked Dex which said 82, but with a southeast arrow. I assumed I was around 60, but it was really effing hot in the truck. I found my meter, and I was 48. I grabbed a Level and an Airhead and polished them both off REALLY quickly. By the time I finished them, Dex had double down arrows and me under 55. I touched my forehead and realized that my face was covered in sweat (this is really awesome, yes?). I had on one of my favorite sweatshirts and wiped my entire face with my arm. I felt so dirty. We were still in the mountains and it was cold, but I was boiling. I just needed to eat. We walked (a short distance) to the restaurant, where I had to ask my parents to slow down because taking steps was something I needed to focus on. My parents kept holding the doors open for me and letting me go first, but navigating where to walk was too intimidating. Stepping to the side to let them go first also seemed difficult. We found seats at the bar where holding my head up seemed difficult. We scoured the menu so we could order immediately. As I was looking at the menu, a waiter walked by with a brownie sundae and I knew I’d be getting one of those as well. I ordered spaghetti, and ate more of the chicken knowing that a brownie sundae would soon be mine. After a while, I started to feel human, and didn’t feel low by the time our dinner came. However, all I wanted to do was eat and eat and eat. I did bolus, but I was pretty damn scared to do it. By the time we were done with dinner, I was in the 150s, and ready to drive the rest of the way home.
I woke up early on Saturday to go to Maine with my parents. I woke up high, had some coffee and we got on the road. I was still high when we got to the house to work. We stopped at Dunks right before getting to the house and I got my favorite: a pumpkin coffee. Now I know that the syrup has sugar in it, but I’ve been bolusing like crazy for them, so I think I have it down. I was still in the 200s though. I bolused for my blood sugar and the coffee and went inside ready to install insulation or hold a ladder while my father put insulation in the ceiling. Instead, we needed to move lumber from in front of a trailer, which is getting moved this week. (Keep in mind I had just given a big ass bolus.) We moved 2-3 pieces (1 piece = 3 boards nailed together) before I had a straight down arrow and already feeling low. I knew that I wasn’t going to last. I had to keep stopping to sip my coffee to ensure I wouldn’t go low. I also set a temp basal knowing it was probably wouldn’t help because the insulin from the past hour was already in my body. I kept a close eye on my Dex, and when it hit 100 I stopped so that I would have at least a little cushion. I didn’t go low, but I certainly felt low. Really low. Before lunch, I think I was back around 180 and trying to bring my numbers back down. It made for an interesting day, and it made my coffee not enjoyable.
Yesterday was World Diabetes Day.
I have known about WDD for a few years, but I’ve never been able to participate in anything offline. When I found out about Changing Diabetes Day at the Massachusetts State House, I knew I needed to be there. My low in the morning made me think I would miss it, but I didn’t. I found familiar faces, put my phone away, grabbed my Dexcom so that I could stop it from alerting if needed.
I knew that bring online to offline was about to happen and I couldn’t have been more excited. I am still riding on yesterday’s high, and words are escaping me. However, I’m going to share my tweets with you. I know I didn’t quote most of the people, but I didn’t know the names at the start. I just knew that these people cared and that they want to make a difference and they want to help us make a difference too. When I was given the opportunity to represent the Bay State YLC in a picture with the legislators and representatives from other organizations, I loved it.
My new favorite go-to low treatment is Air-Heads. They are 15g, have no fat, and they are easy to open. The easy to open piece is one of my favorite aspects. I also buy them in bulk, so 90 lasts me a long time. However, when I eat them with the kids around I hear a lot of “Can I have one?” or “That’s not fair!” The longer I have used the air-heads though, the less I get these kind of comments. The other day I walked upstairs with an Air-Head and GirlMagine said “Are you low? Are you okay?” I don’t remember what my BG was, but I do know that it was a moment where when I knew that she is taking in diabetes information every day.