Diabetes Wisetag:typepad.com,2003:weblog-2162492008-04-14T21:22:05+01:00TypePadFrom a Whisper to a Roar: A Promise to Myselftag:typepad.com,2003:post-484268022008-04-14T21:22:05+01:002008-04-14T21:22:21+01:00This year I reach my quarter century with Type 1 Diabetes. I'm twenty-eight years old. Diabetes isn't simply a part of my life. It is my life. I don't remember any other way. When I was three years old, I don't suppose I even had a grasp of the concept of 'forever'. Or 'for life'. Or, more simply, that this would never go away. That everywhere I went in my life diabetes would be along for the ride. That every achievement I made would be made with diabetes in the background. But I've known for a long time now that...CaroNineteentag:typepad.com,2003:post-475285702008-03-25T22:25:10+00:002008-03-25T22:29:24+00:00The steady line on my CGM is very pretty. It's very, very flat. It's just a shame it isn't 14mmol/l (250mg/dL) lower down. My blood sugar has been sitting steadfastly at 19mmol/l (342mg/dL) for the last nine hours. Nineteen for nine hours. The recipe for (attempted) correction has included: Two correction boluses - a rational 3.7 units (as per Bolus Wizard suggestion) and a rageful additional 5 units when I hadn't budged 90 minutes later. Another 5 units via a syringe, plunged angrily into the fleshy bit of my backside where infusion sets never go, as I don't relish sitting...CaroMoving On...tag:typepad.com,2003:post-473629522008-03-21T21:15:12+00:002008-03-25T22:28:36+00:00I feel a need to write this post, because six weeks on, I don't want heartbreak to be at the top of the page anymore. And it's also about time I thanked everyone for all your comments and support on my last entry. Your comments, as always, really meant a lot to me and brought light in to a dark place. I've spent the last six weeks in that strange post-relationship landscape that anyone who's ever had a relationship end will surely always remember. I've certainly walked this street before. Looking back and sorting through tangled emotions whilst getting on...CaroWhich Way Out of Heartbreak?tag:typepad.com,2003:post-456329162008-02-14T22:13:58+00:002008-03-25T22:27:50+00:00This is a difficult post to write, especially on Valentine's Day. The day after we arrived back from Italy, Rob stayed down in London with me. I had to get up and go to work the following morning. I left Rob in bed, still half asleep, giving him a kiss and a cuddle and reminding him I much I love him. I didn't know that would be it. The end of the road. Last Saturday, Rob reached inside my chest, grabbed out my heart and squeezed it until it broke. Or at least he may as well have done. I've...CaroIn One Piece... Justtag:typepad.com,2003:post-450643662008-02-05T20:25:00+00:002008-02-05T20:25:14+00:00I'm back in England after my week on the Italian slopes, and have finally crawled out from beneath the mountain of dirty ski clothes that needed laundering! Fortunately I'm all in one piece, if only just! I was pleased to discover that I can still ski, although my leg strength isn't quite what it was prior to my ankle injuries, which has clearly had some effect on my technique and ability. I also earned a reputation as a cautious skier, since fear of further injury dented my confidence somewhat and I wasn't quite as keen as they guys in the...CaroOff to the Milky Waytag:typepad.com,2003:post-446573162008-01-25T18:19:26+00:002008-01-25T18:19:33+00:00On Sunday morning, myself and 12 others, including Rob, are off to the Italian Alps for a week of skiing. We're staying in the resort of Sauze d'Oulx, which along with neighbouring Sansicario and Sestriere, was home to the 2006 Winter Olympics. Sauze is at the far Italian end of the extensive Milky Way and it's possible to ski all the way through to France, although by all accounts you need an early start and luck with lift lines to get there and back in a day. My ankle injury has kept me away from the slopes for the last...CaroI had my cake and ate it too: A Happy Birthdaytag:typepad.com,2003:post-445217502008-01-22T23:56:21+00:002008-01-22T23:56:50+00:00Today I celebrated my 28th birthday. This led to a complete inability to write the date down correctly, as 22/01/08 would automatically morph beneath my pen in to 22/01/80, the date I've been using every time I've been asked for my birth date in the last 28 years! Diabetes-wise it was a great day. I had a huge chunk of delicious birthday cake, and near perfect blood sugars to follow. I'd say I ate my cake and had it too! Can't believe twenty eight years have gone by, but here's to the next twenty eight... and more beyond!CaroHic... Hic... Hiccuptag:typepad.com,2003:post-444693522008-01-21T22:48:25+00:002008-01-21T22:48:35+00:00All my life, or at least for as long as I can remember, I've experienced regular bouts of hiccups. Unfortunately there is nothing quiet, subtle or ladylike about my hiccups. They don't make a gentle little gurgling hiccup noise either. These are violent, rumbling beasts, lurching up from my diaphragm - more of a HUUUURK.... HUUUURK. They drive my mum to distraction when they happen in her company. I once had an attack on a tube train and after a few minutes, half the carriage were trying to restrain their mirth. An ex-boyfriend had to excuse himself from the table...CaroThe Accidental Overdosetag:typepad.com,2003:post-441977582008-01-16T00:11:05+00:002008-01-16T00:11:16+00:00Because I prefer to be discrete, I tend to leave my pump's alarm set to vibrate, and that means I'm used to random buzzing from my pocket, my waistband or wherever my pump happens to be lying beside me. High alerts, Low alerts, Cal reminders, low reservoir alerts... between the pump itself and the CGM the list is endless. The 522 is pretty cool in that it will give you a different number of vibrations for different alerts. Three means 'take no action' and happens for stuff like temp basals. Four is something which requires prompt action - highs and...CaroA Pretty Crappy Week, All Toldtag:typepad.com,2003:post-440299102008-01-11T22:16:02+00:002008-01-11T22:16:10+00:00A little like buses, crappy things seem to have a habit of all coming along together. After a crappy week in so many respects, I've came home tonight feeling totally physically and emotionally exhausted. For various reasons Rob wasn't able to leave Liverpool on time and won't be with me until sometime around midnight. Feeling lonely and overwhelmed, two hours later, I haven't moved. I'm holding a letter in my hands. I've read and re-read it, trying to make some sense of the mess of words, trying to find it saying something other than what it so clearly shouts. Phrases...Caro