Another Valentine’s Day has come and gone. I hope everyone has had a chance to spare a rose and save a life. If not, there’s still time to donate the cost of a rose (or more), which will provide insulin to a child for at least a month.
When we talk about Valentine’s Day, our thoughts go straight to our significant other (or lack of one). However this year, I’ve been reminded that we are surrounded by people who care about us and whom we hold dear in our lives. As we discussed how diabetes impacts the relationships we have with people around us during our #OzDOC chat this week, it made me appreciate my loved ones a little bit more.
9th of February 2009 was the day I had appointment that would change my life forever. What started out as a sinus infection dragged on into months of illness before a random discovery of high fasting BGLs and diabetes. Like…what? And so it began. 9th of February marks the beginning of my life with diabetes; my diaversary.
It’s been a busy and incredibly hectic week. The good news is that I have completed a draft of another chapter for my thesis, had many productive meetings spanning across the day and into late evenings. Somehow, I’ve still managed to hit the gym (and my 10,000 daily step goal) almost everyday. All of these on 4-5 hours sleep each night is a big win but with some side effects. Like this one for instance.
I realise how the blog title might sound out of context. But since this is a diabetes blog, you know what I mean right?
March 2017 will mark my third year with my beloved insulin pump. Being on the pump has been life changing. Despite the steep learning curve, I couldn’t be happier or feel #blessed to be pumping. Until recently.
Where in the world did December and 2016 disappear to? All I can remember was a lot of shopping coupled with a endless eating. Suddenly, we’re now well into 2017 and it’s moving so fast I can barely catch my breath! As I scroll through the wall of new year resolutions on social media, I started to pen some myself.
For the first time, I found myself in the Emergency Department last night. But it wasn’t for me nor was it anything diabetes related. And it was certainly weird being the support person, rather than the focus of the consult for once!
Since my holiday in Tassie, then Denmark and now Christmas, all routine has gone out the window. Exercise has been knocked off my priority and I couldn’t possibly say no to trying out that scrumptious looking dish! I mean…some of my clothes were even starting to feel a little more snug. This prompted me to start thinking about my weight, which is something I have struggled with previously.