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Climbing Out

February 1, 2016

I’ve been pretty quiet here over the past few months. I’ve been drowning in burnout. It’s hard. I know what might be best for me, but sometimes it is just so hard to take action.   

I’ve been testing the minimum times needed, keeping a Dexcom on because I can keep up with how I’m doing, taking insulin as needed, playing catchup with highs and avoiding talking about diabetes at almost all costs. I was broken-hearted when my endo left the practice last year and I finally have an appointment with a new one. It’s going to be hard and terrible and intimidating and I don’t want to go at all. My diabetes life is not going to get better if I don’t though. None of these are excuses, but to know why you’re in the spot you are is important. At least I think so. There are a few people I haven’t pulled away from and they have helped me when I cry myself to sleep or diabetes makes me feel weak or the technology dies on me. They know who they are and I am SO grateful to them. 

I believe in this blog to be a safe space. Where I can share all of diabetes (that I want to) and find support. Where mental health + diabetes takes priority. Where strength can be found. Where good days are celebrated and bad days are supported. I got a comment recently that tore me down as I’m trying to climb out of this hole. Your negativity is not welcome here. 

To the people who have always lifted me up and are giving me the tools to climb out on my own, thank you. 

Arm Band

January 22, 2016

Inner tube water polo started again and I’m excited to meet all the new people, but I’m nervous that none of my friends who are aware of my diabetes are on my team this season. Yes, I’m an adult and I can stand up for myself, but if there is an intense low, it helps to have someone with a fully functioning brain explain why I can’t get in the water. 

Taking a Shot

Taking a Shot

My arm is the safest place for me to wear my Dexcom. I cover it with a compression sleeve. My biggest fear is that it will get knocked off and be floating around the pool and therefore lost. When I wear it on my thigh, it is usually right where my leg meets the tube. And I don’t think a compression sleeve on my thigh would be nearly as comfortable. 

Since there are so many new people this season, we don’t all know each other yet. During the first week, my friend on the other team was yelling “someone cover Briley!” Except none of the people around me knew my name.  Later I heard one of those people yell “I’ve got arm band!” I know she didn’t mean it, but it felt like I was being described by my diabetes. It hit me right in the heart and I wanted to yell at her, but does she even know I have diabetes? Probably not. It is an identifying marker and one that doesn’t seem so personal. I tried to explain to her captain, one of my friends, after the game. Except that I think she thought it was funny. It hurt though. How do I play through the pain, get to know this person without bubbling over with anger at her?

High Thoughts 

November 17, 2015

When someone sees a high blood sugar, they often jump to the long term consequences of diabetes and say things like, “your eyes!” “Your kidneys!” “Your feet!” 


When I experience a high blood sugar, those aren’t the things I think about. I think about how my teeth are wearing sweaters and it makes them feel more yellow than the Suns I used to draw & color in elementary school. Will that red lipstick make me feel less yellow? Am I wearing an outfit I feel comfortable pairing red lips with? Will people notice that all I want to do is scratch these sweaters off my teeth?

I think about how my throat feels like what I imagine the desert to be. I want to chug water so quickly that I usually spill it down the front of me. Does my unquenchable thirst make me seem dehydrated? And that I’ve been ignoring a small thirst until it got too intense to handle. Where is there more water? I need it 5 minutes ago. 

As I drink my water, I think about what my day has in store. How often will I be able to get more water, and what kind of access to bathrooms will I have. I don’t want to run like a little kid with my legs crossed, but it’s definitely happened before. What do you think of me when I run like this? Or can’t go more than an hour without a bathroom break? Do I seem as ridiculous as I feel? Do you even notice? 

I’m with you, because I’m not going to let diabetes interfere, but I don’t feel good. There’s so much sugar rushing through my body that I feel like my body may be turning to cement. I feel sluggish, but I want to be my regular self. I’ll take my wallflower/observer position and be content. I’ll pray my insulin works quickly and I’ll be able to join your fun quickly. 

Growing Comparison 

November 4, 2015

The grandparents at work were in town recently. It made for a much happier week where the smallest didn’t have to be driven all over creation for the other two’s activities. When I got there one morning, the grandfather said to me, “our granddaughter told us you have type 1 diabetes.” I was preparing myself for a “this friend has it and *insert horror story here*.” Instead, I heard, “my friend growing up had type 1 and she had to take shots; do you?” I overcame my surprise and then had an informative, yet brief, conversation about the differences in growing up with diabetes when I did compared to his peer. The diabetes community as I know it seems to grow every day. 

The next day the grandfather informed me that he has Type 2 Diabetes. He described the amount of attention his food consumption requires, his pills, and his pride in not needing insulin yet, but that that day is looming just around the corner, and his exercise regimen. We bonded over this small, but very in-your-face part of our lives. 

Think More 

October 20, 2015

My pump site fell out a few weeks ago and it was a moment of pure joy. Until I realized I would have to put another one in. So I started taking shots. It makes my life with diabetes both easier and harder. 

  • I have never used the timer on my phone like I am now. I don’t want to double correct just because insulin is still working in my body.  
  • Putting a dress on is so easy. 
  • My body has so many bruises in various stages of healing. It makes me feel pretty damn ugly, but luckily it’s not summer. 
  • There is a lot more thought that goes into keeping me healthy. 
  • My diet has become much healthier and it’s all because I don’t want to stab myself again. I’m kind of okay with that. 
  • This is not easy. 

Will It End?

October 15, 2015

IMG_20110116_080718I found this post in my drafts from this summer. I remember the night walking home and just how terrified I was. The rest of the lows don’t stick out in my mind, but a pattern of lows never makes me feel good. I am not experiencing this crazy amount of lows anymore, and based on my safety, I am grateful for that. I do not know at what point this stopped or when I started feeling better. 

It started on the way home from seeing my friends. I was low before I left, but I had some glucose and assumed I was fine. By the time I got near my apartment, I was dropping and dropping and dropping and I had run out of sugar. I had this fear of collapsing and needing glucagon (not that it was in my purse) before I got to my apartment. I walked in and had drank multiple Big Bird juice boxes. I woke up low in the middle of the night. Had more juice. Ate fruit and fruit and crackers (I think) and more fruit without bolusing the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that. And then I was low nearly all of Friday night. I had plans for Saturday which didn’t happen. I didn’t walk for coffee for fear of going low. I don’t often let diabetes fear control my life. But I did. How long will it last? How many times will it interfere in my life? Will it make me scared to be alone? I don’t want to feel like this.

Change our Statement

October 5, 2015

I joined a tennis league. For the second time this summer.  I saw a familiar face and I was less than thrilled. I have met this person a few times before, and they also have diabetes and we have very different views on what that means. They once told me they had never been low. They have had T1D for a few years, so I was very confused. I asked more questions and this person considers a low only something that causes you to lose consciousness, not something that you treat with sugar. Okay. We view diabetes differently.  At the end of the night, I couldn’t concentrate and I was having trouble focusing on the ball. I knew I was low. The other day I couldn’t find juice boxes at a small grocery store, so I bought cans of pink lemonade. As I walked away from the courts chugging, this person walked over and said, “are you allowed to have that?” I quickly, without-all-of-my-brain-capacity answered, “yes. I’m low.”  I should have responded with “we’re all allowed to eat whatever we want if we’re not allergic to it.” But I was so mad. And so shocked. I only drink things like this when I’m low. And not that it matters. But that is my choice.

How can we expect the general public to understand and respect our lives with diabetes if we don’t respect each other? Diabetes is complicated enough without degrading other people with diabetes. We must remember that we are all different. We all choose to take care of our diabetes differently, and that’s okay. Please, let’s get in the habit of saying “I take care of my diabetes ______ way, but I can’t speak for other people with diabetes.” I know it’s a long sentence and I know getting in that habit will take a while, but I think we can build up our WHOLE community by treating our advocacy/conversation efforts this way. 

In the Wild Bartender 

October 1, 2015

IMG_0566_2I met my friend at the bar in between our houses. I had my Dexcom in my arm that night and the bartender said, (but I didn’t hear) “you have the pod?” It’s a busy and loud Irish bar. Later as I was getting another drink from a different bartender, he asked if he could ask what was on my arm. I told him it was a continuous glucose monitor and he yelled over to the first bartender to come check it out. Turns out, she’s had diabetes for years, has a Minimed pump and hates the Minimed CGM. “I wore that thing one night and it kept me awake all night telling me I was high and I wasn’t!” We talked about diabetes for a few minutes until another customer needed a drink.  Bars are where I’ve had some of what I think are my scariest lows. When I look back on them later I can see how I wasn’t in real danger and there were in fact safe choices and sugar surrounding me. But between the lack of sugar and the increase in alcohol, obvious choices aren’t always so obvious. It was like a wave of relief washed over me in that instant. Not that I need to be taken care of. But if I say “my blood sugar is crashing. I need sprite now,” they won’t disregard my drink request in favor of someone buying alcohol. It’s the little things in life that make the difference between on edge and relaxing. I’m glad a local bar can give me that difference. 

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