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Our $100 Dining Table

We haven’t had a place to eat at in years because the table Alex and I bought when we got married fell apart-well not the table, but the stools.  And it’s a counter height table so the usual chairs wouldn’t do.  Nor is that height of table practical for children so….we’ve been eating standing up or sitting on the couch or at the kid’s play table or on the ottoman.

It was driving me crazy and we couldn’t afford to buy a table so I suggested to Alex that he try making a table.  One of those simple farmhouse style tables that are suddenly popular (who knew?)  I’ve always loved their simplicity.

Anyway, Alex got right to work on it.  I haven’t seen him so happy in a long time.  He felt, dare I say, useful.  Not that he normally isn’t but you know men and their need to save the day and boy did he.  When I asked him how he knew how to do the work (he made it look easy) he said, “Well, you know at work, I’m a form carpenter.”  “No way!” I said.  You mean I married a carpenter?  Had I known this before I would have requested all sorts of projects by now.

Anyway, here is the table he made us.  The kids chose the bold blue color.  My insides screamed “no! that’s crazy!” But I managed to tell the control freak in me to be quiet and just trust the decisions of others and I couldn’t be happier with the result.

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Cancer.

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A big scary word.  Because it is.  Of course, it does depend where it is and how far along but my little personal experience with it warrants all the fear it gets.

And now one of my favorite people in the whole world, my dad, has cancer.

It certainly feels different when it hits home.  And I’m not hiding the fact that I’m freaking out.

My dad goes into surgery later this week. We hope this reveals that they can get all of the tumor and that it’s not deeper than expected.

I write about this because I’m asking for prayers or your versions of prayers-happy thoughts, healing vibes, positive energy, etc, to be sent towards my dad.  I believe it helps.  I truly do.  So even if you take just one second to send a positive thought his way, I thank you. So much.

XOXO,

Sysy

Who Forgets Their Diaversary?

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Me, that’s who.

November 4th marked my 18 years with diabetes.

This year, more than ANY OTHER YEAR, I’ve felt much like I did the year I was diagnosed as an 11 year old.  I feel confident, strong, melancholy, and hopeful.  That’s exactly how I remember feeling that year.  Things got worse after the first year when the realities of diabetes hit me and I rebelled.  But then things started to get better, when I began to shift my way of thinking and viewing the world.  And now I’ve come back around full circle so to speak, to the place where that young child lives in me, hoping, yearning for as much as I can make of this life.  And unwilling to back down.

If you don’t feel confident or hopeful, consider that I spent many years not feeling this way, too.  But consider that everything can change if you want it.  Just take a baby step in that direction.  And know that you can get to a happy place with diabetes.  I can still hardly believe it’s true.

18 years and counting!

Self Lovin’ Patriot

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It’s Fab Friday where we give self love a little thought.  Today, I’m thinking about why so many people out there aren’t registering to vote.  I am willing to say that amongst other factors, one is they are low on self love.

People who respect and love themselves also respect and love others, such as their children, family, and friends.  They want what is best for themselves and those around them.  They understand that communication is a positive thing and by voting, one is essentially communicating on a grand scale.

Don’t like either of the top two candidates?  Did you check out what the other parties stand for?  If so, a vote in that direction isn’t pointless even though they won’t win.  It’s still communication.  When the results are in, the country is going to report on how voting went.  People will feel united to those anonymous fellow citizens who voted like them and they may feel encouraged or inspired.  Everyone else will ponder the thought process of neighbors who for some reason, decided the way they did.  It’s never a bad thing to ponder heavy issues from a different perspective.

I’m not saying who to vote for or who I’m voting for.   If you understand the importance of voting and communicating in this way and you don’t feel like voting, then perhaps you don’t value yourself enough.

Frankly, I care to find out where others’ heads are.  Their thinking matters.  Mine matters.  Yours matters.  Consider registering soon before the deadline of the 15th if you haven’t already.  Do it because you care what happens to you and you care what message you’re projecting.

Actions never stop once we’ve done them.  They go on and on, moving and changing things in their wake.  Whether that change is mostly positive or negative is up to us.

Lessons from the Storm

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As you all are probably aware, much of the US is enduring a record breaking heat wave.  And last week, nine states got hit with a major storm called a derecho.  The worst of it dropped on Ohio and Virginia.  I live in a valley in Virginia where the mountains normally shield us from harsh storms but my city was among the worst hit.

Friday night my husband and kids and I were out on the balcony enjoying the cool night breeze.  Suddenly the lights flickered and a gust of wind came along that nearly blew over my little Henri.  Toys scattered everywhere, my nightgown flew up, Aurora lost her bubble wand.  We all got inside and listened to the wind howl and swirl around us.  The lights went out for good and I sat down and kicked myself for letting the house become a mess.  How was I going to run the dishwasher, do laundry, and vacuum, now?  Darn procrastination!

Soon we realized how bad the storm was and how millions of people were without power.  Then I realized that the fridge was going to get warm and I had my insulin in there.  We went days without power-something I’ve never experienced and certainly not during a heat wave.  The inside of the apartment reached 95 degrees and so we stocked the freezer with ice and packed not just my insulin inside but my strips and medications, too.  It was a balancing act to make sure things were cool but not too cold.  In the end all of my stuff ended up fine but I’m super grateful for some of the lessons I got from this experience:

-Sleeping on the balcony with Alex and the kids is not that bad.  We were under the stars, doing something utterly new, young enough to handle the wooden planks against our backs, and nothing poisonous or disease carrying bit us.  Ironically, I did get a bunch of bed bug bites, but I was the only one.  I guess they went for the sweetest one (um, thanks diabetes).

-I learned that when the kids threw all three flashlights in the toilet last year, it caused them all to rust and be useless when we needed them the most.  So no more children playing with the flashlights or other emergency supplies!

-I was having a mini meltdown just before the storm hit.  I felt like I had too much to do and not enough time to do it.  Then the power went out and I was forcefully removed from many of my tasks on the internet.  I let out a sigh of relief and decided I’d attempt to go with the flow and focus on what was important.

-I drove around my city without stopping at any stoplights because they were all out, saw trees down in every direction, and heard an eerie silence.  It was rather freeing and calming.  It was also a break from the norm-something that always wakes me up and makes me feel alive.  What about you?

-I ate a third or a fourth of what I normally eat for days because of enduring high heat that I’m not used to enduring.  I wasn’t hungry.  I realized I still have some anxious eating to tackle.  Maybe this happens to others?  We’re so comfortable in our climate controlled environments that we aren’t connected to what the body needs.  I focused on staying hydrated and ate foods that digest quickly and felt great.

-I heard about people dying from the heat, kids who were crushed by trees, a couple who was electrocuted, etc.  All I could do was feel really lucky.

-It was a humbling experience to sleep outside, on the floor of my sister’s apartment, and on my niece’s bed.  Just as it was humbling to walk around with my air dried unkempt hair and sweaty clothes.  Next time I see someone who looks a mess I’ll think about what struggle they might be up against.

-My kids had the best time of their lives because we were around so much family.  They didn’t miss what I missed.  They know the best thing in life is other people.  I needed that reminder.

I really hope you all had a Happy 4th of July!

We all do have a lot to be grateful for, even if our country isn’t perfect.

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Diabetes isn’t a Drama Queen

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The other night, I realized my kids had ate my glucose tablets so I reached under my bed for the emergency bag of gummy candies I have stashed there.  I frantically tore the bag open and started stuffing my mouth in frustration.  Alex studied me for a moment and said, “Are you ok?”

Through a mouthful of sticky, fruit shaped, red 40 dyed High Fructose Corn Syrup poison I muttered, “I hate these lows, the ones that shoot down quickly.”  Then as beads of sweat came down my forehead and my heart raced I said, “It literally feels like death is coming to get me.”

Alex looked at me sympathetically and said frankly, “Well, that’s pretty much what’s happening, isn’t it?”

I’m usually a tad dramatic but this time and many other times, diabetes rises to the occasion.

Diabetes isn’t a drama queen.  And we’re not drama queens or kings for living with it.

This stuff is for real.

While My Husband Loudly Snores

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It’s 1:30 am and I’m waiting for my blood sugar to come down.  To spend my time constructively I’ve just composed a cover of that Beatles song…

 

I look at the time

Hear the clock tick and tocking

while my husband loudly snores

I wait for my blood

to stop being so sweet now

while my husband loudly snores

I don’t know whyyy, he snores so loudly

How can he breathe?

I don’t know howww, to make him stop it

I think I’m going to scream

I look at his mouth

watch his chest rise and falling

while my husband loudly snores

my blood sugar’s there

where I want it to be now

but still my husband loudly snores…

aaaauuugghhhh

aaaaauuuuggghhhhh

aaaaauuuugggghhhhh!!!!!

Human Bicycle

Get ready to laugh. Photo Courtesy of Nuttakit

My friend and fellow PWD, Emily shared this on facebook yesterday and I swear this put me in a good mood for the rest of the day.  Laughter is really great medicine so enjoy!

 

 

Have a great weekend!

Diabetes Blog Week 2012, I’m a Thinker

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Living with diabetes (or caring for someone who lives with it) sure does take a lot of work, and it’s easy to be hard on ourselves if we aren’t “perfect”.  But today it’s time to give ourselves some much deserved credit.  Tell us about just one diabetes thing you (or your loved one) does spectacularly!  Fasting blood sugar checks, oral meds sorted and ready, something always on hand to treat a low, or anything that you do for diabetes.  Nothing is too big or too small to celebrate doing well!

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What do I do well?  Funny you ask, I was just thinking about how I’m not the fastest at anything, I get lost driving in the town I spent my entire life in, I get nervous easily, I get tempted by ice cream really easily, I get swept up by my emotions all too often, I quit tons of things I start like someone with ADD, I’m too sensitive, and I am really messy, but I’m good at thinking.

Maybe this isn’t a special thing but I feel like it’s the best part of me.  I can problem solve well and think about complicated issues in a simple and organized way.  I’ve thought about a lot of things and predicted an outcome based on all the information I gathered and have usually been right-something that freaks my husband out.

I do this with my diabetes.  I figured out a lot of diabetes stuff that I later confirmed in diabetes books written by doctors.  And I won’t lie, I felt pretty excited to have reached the conclusion before a doctor gave me the info.  Sometimes I feel like it’s a useless skill because of how dependent life is on action.

Basically, I find that I can think things through and make really accurate decisions.  I think that’s how I manage my diabetes pretty well now.  Of course, it takes discipline, too.  I do envy people who are great with discipline and consistency.  Maybe one day I’ll get there.

I Passed Out and Ironically, Diabetes Was Not to Blame

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Thanks to my numerous allergies, I sometimes get laryngospasms which is where my throat closes up due to larynx muscle spasms. It only lasts a minute or two but it scares me to death each time it’s happened because when it happens I can’t breathe or talk.

Well, Sunday, yours truly, the occasional idiot, ate some blue cheese, which I seem to be allergic to (the mold in it or it’s relation to penicillin?)  Anyway, since eating blue cheese just causes me a sore throat, I didn’t think it was a big deal.  So I enjoyed some and figured I’d just enjoy my temporary hoarse voice for a few days.

Yesterday, I was in the living room with the kids when I took a sip of water and my throat suddenly closed up.  Within a minute I was on my knees struggling just to get a little bit of air.  Usually by 90 seconds I’m done and starting to suck in a tiny bit of air but this time I could feel myself getting really weak.  My head felt like it was swelling, my lungs felt like a major bruise, and next thing I know, I was waking up.

I got up slowly, relieved to be alive and then quickly searched the room for my kids.  They do so many crazy things that I felt myself blurting out “Oh thank God!” to find them sitting on the couch looking through books.  Little angels.  I had a bruise on my hip and I wondered if that was from falling over or my kids jumping on me (both are equally imaginable possibilities).  I looked at the clock and calculated that I was out about 20-30 minutes.  Why so long?  Did my body decide to take advantage of the opportunity and grab a quick nap?

The reason I was fine is because when you pass out from this, the muscles don’t spasm any longer.  At least that’s what my allergist told me.  So I really only fear this while driving or something like that.

I couldn’t help but go to sleep last night feeling so thankful and thinking about how lucky I was to pass out and type 1 diabetes not be the cause.   I wonder how many people who suffer from these spasms has that thought. lol.

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