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Help Please!

New post about why insulin can never be administered as an oral medication. I kind of had an "ah ha!" moment.

I’m taking a class on social media and my semester long project is to create a blog. Whoo! I basically took my blog from here and remade it into a WordPress blog that my professor can track.  

Please do me a favor - I’m being graded on site/post visits and interaction. 

http://bit.ly/1dZjclT

Please visit, and if you feel so incline, please comment on the various posts. Thanks!

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So I went to the endo yesterday and guess what? My meter has been reading 20 points higher than my actual blood sugar.

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Just once in my life I'd like to meet a dietician who wasn't a complete moron. "Have you tried eating vegetables. They won't affect your blood sugar at all." Don't you think I've tried that?

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Talking about type I and type II statistical errors in my research classes and immediately thinking about diabetes.

Does this mean I'm a type 2 error? My diabetes is a "false negative." ...sorry, I got three hours of sleep. Up all night with high blood sugars.

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I feel like I'm constantly hungry, like starving. But the thought of eating anything holds no appeal. Do any of my diabuddies have this problem? Usually all I crave is high sugar/high carb foods when I'm starving and I can force myself to eat something healthy...or not. But right now I'm starving and the thought of eating anything is so off putting.

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So I went to see the doctor again yesterday.

I had been having really bad fasting blood sugars and almost half the time I tested, it was in the 200s, so I knew I wasn't expecting good news.  We started talking - my A1C was 7.0. 

To a girl who started with an A1C of 6.3, that was a hard blow.  I started to tear up right in the office, almost on instinct.  I didn't realize how upset I was by this news until I felt my eyes start to water and my voice start to crack.  

I'm sure I could have done better.  I could have had more self control.  I could have eaten better.  I could have exercised more.  

She handed me a tissue and tried to console me.  She said I was still within the range of control. That I was better than most college students.  Don't worry, because I know you can do better.

But what if I can't?

She doesn't want to have to put me on any new medication because she feels diet and exercise is the better choice.  So for the next week I have to record every little thing I eat and test my sugars before and two hours after everything. Maybe writing everything down will guilt me into a healthy diet or maybe it will just make me feel utterly lost. 

I'm scared of what these results might say.  About my diabetes and about me.

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Friendship Bracelets

When I was really young, like pre-diabetes young, I used to go to summer camp, like most kids.  At day camp and overnight camp, there was one overarching translatable skilled needed to survive: how to make friendship bracelets.

I learned from a really young age how to brain, do a chinese staircase, candy strip, candy strip in a v shape...and so on.  It came to the point that the hand motions were automatic - my fingers just instinctively knew what to do.

Now that I'm 21 and a senior in college, I got the urge to make a friendship bracelet again.  I went on amazon, bought a pack of 100 strings, and started again.  

What I didn't count on was the pain of the strings moving across my fingers as I pulled tight, especially right after testing my sugar.  My mother said I would get used to the way my fingers felt from puncturing them at least a couple times a day, and at some point I did, but I'm reminded of it again as I make my friendship bracelet.

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That moment when you're in a small seminar class and you desperately need to test your blood sugar and can't decide if you want to attempt to hide your tester under the teeny desk or get up and leave the room while the professor is talking. Either way, you are going to make noise and everyone will look at you.