<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:19:37.698-05:00</updated><category term='logging'/><category term='fundraiser'/><category term='blood tests'/><category term='AYUDA'/><category term='mood'/><category term='endocrinologist'/><category term='insulin pump'/><category term='news'/><category term='pancreatically challened'/><category term='world diabetes day'/><category term='office life'/><category term='cured'/><category term='insulin'/><category term='children with diabetes'/><category term='goodbyes'/><category term='ecuador'/><category term='FIU'/><category term='joe solowiejczk'/><category 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term='meme'/><category term='stress'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='politics'/><category term='November 14'/><category term='name change'/><category term='giving'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='100 calories'/><category term='global giving'/><category term='life'/><category term='diabetes camp pancreatically challened'/><category term='early morning'/><category term='tests'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='miami'/><category term='CNN'/><category term='complications'/><category term='diabetes camp'/><category term='sundays'/><category term='numbers'/><category term='donations'/><category term='diagnosis'/><category term='questions'/><title type='text'>Pancreatically Challenged</title><subtitle type='html'>Needle overload.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-4005079767362488457</id><published>2011-03-15T15:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:21:00.100-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diagnosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children with diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AYUDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes anniversary'/><title type='text'>diaversary</title><content type='html'>today is my 11th diaversary. 11 years. wow. it's amazing to think over the past years of all the injections, tests, doctor visits ... and just the changes in general, really. since 2000 - i've graduated college, started working/volunteering with &lt;a href="www.ayudainc.net"&gt;AYUDA&lt;/a&gt;, moved to Texas [thanks Katrina], moved to Maryland, moved to Miami, graduated with a Masters, got my heart broken, moved back to Maryland and began life anew. all the while being vigilant of my blood sugar thanks to my broken pancreas [&amp;amp; stronger for it]. i'm not trying to say i'm amazing, but let's face it - i'm awesome. though i'm not the picture of perfect health, in every other aspect of my life i do all i can to live well and so far, i am. &lt;div&gt;so today, on this 11th year of my dx, to celebrate the awesomeness that is me, i'm going to have a cupcake. then i'm going to capoeira. then tomorrow will come and be just another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-4005079767362488457?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/4005079767362488457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=4005079767362488457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4005079767362488457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4005079767362488457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2011/03/diaversary.html' title='diaversary'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-7606365621745961126</id><published>2011-03-11T08:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:47:50.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JDRF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endocrinologist'/><title type='text'>endo day</title><content type='html'>today i have an endo appt. i'm anxious bc i know my blood work is in and i'm hoping for good news, though i'm not really expecting to hear any. i'm also working toward my 11 year diaversary - march 15. this is going to be an emotion day. after this long, i thought i'd be over the emotional roller coaster with D but it seems there are still things that can upset me.... that's life though right? in other news, if you shop at Gap/Banana Republic/Old Navy you can save 30% and in the process donate 5% to the JDRF.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go forth and shop my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;retail therapy does wonders ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-7606365621745961126?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/7606365621745961126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=7606365621745961126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/7606365621745961126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/7606365621745961126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2011/03/endo-day.html' title='endo day'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-5507663004234851830</id><published>2011-02-14T10:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:41:23.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes research institute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children with diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JDRF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>so recently, the jdrf revealed it's new mission - which no longer focuses on a cure as it's main goal. jdrf is changing focus to help those of us with diabetes to live better lives &lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt; diabetes. i'm having seriously mixed emotions about this whole ordeal. on one hand i kind of knew all along i would never be "cured" on the other, i always had hope. hope is what kept me going - that one day i will no longer wake up to my daily routine of bg check, insulin, food, repeat. i don't need the jdrf to focus on me living better, i need the jdrf to figure out why. why me? why us? why diabetes? there has to be a logical reason, there has to be a way to stop it from happening. yes. technology does help me live a better life than the one my grandfather had but no i'm not content knowing one less group is looking for a cure. the &lt;a href="http://www.diabetesresearch.org/"&gt;dri&lt;/a&gt; continues to be "the best hope to a cure". i know where my money is going now... sorry jdrf... you give up on me, i give up on you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-5507663004234851830?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/5507663004234851830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=5507663004234851830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5507663004234851830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5507663004234851830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2011/02/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-1213842423744107824</id><published>2011-01-27T10:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:54:12.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joe solowiejczk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children with diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='type 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes awareness'/><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>i love the inspiration that this &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2009/07/cwd_not_like_it_still_do_it.html"&gt;man&lt;/a&gt; brings to the world of diabetes and people living with diabetes. i met him a few years ago but haven't been able to hear him speak since. it's a wonderful reminder that life goes on, diabetes sucks and we're allowed to feel exactly what we're feeling. &lt;div&gt;::sigh::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking toward the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-1213842423744107824?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/1213842423744107824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=1213842423744107824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1213842423744107824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1213842423744107824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2011/01/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-3939767432138704605</id><published>2011-01-20T12:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T12:02:17.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children with diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history of diabetes'/><title type='text'>the history of diabetes</title><content type='html'>This is a great Journal article on the history of diabetes... and it's an easy read.&lt;div&gt;You don't know where you're going unless you know where you've been...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.journalofdiabetology.org/Pages/Releases/PDFFiles/FirstIssue/RA-1-JOD-09-001.pdf"&gt;http://www.journalofdiabetology.org/Pages/Releases/PDFFiles/FirstIssue/RA-1-JOD-09-001.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-3939767432138704605?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/3939767432138704605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=3939767432138704605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3939767432138704605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3939767432138704605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2011/01/history-of-diabetes.html' title='the history of diabetes'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-7862812970213000874</id><published>2010-12-06T17:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:40:53.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood sugars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children with diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A1c'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>c'est la vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/TP1mPfxZmNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tCmuNBVKT40/s1600/76073_582133976885_20402401_33614087_6678430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/TP1mPfxZmNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tCmuNBVKT40/s320/76073_582133976885_20402401_33614087_6678430_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547702732403087570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've been back from Paris for about a week now and still can't get over how AMAZING my blood sugar was while i was there... and no i did not behave. every morning for breakfast i had eggs, potatoes and 2, yes 2! chocolate croissants. for lunch i had more bread. and dinner i had more bread and cheese and wine and it was divine. my theory is not only was i walking everywhere [we barely sat long enough to have lunch] but i was blissfully happy. no stress, no thinking about my lack of full time employment, no worries about traffic... i was just peacefully content being lost in a new land. i've tried to bring my new outlook back with me to DC but it hasn't been as successful as i'd like. i don't get to walk very much, i work out frequently but at times that aren't too convenient. the eggs and potato breakfast quickly went by the wayside and there are no croissants waiting for me by the coffee pot.&lt;div&gt;i found an endo i like better than previous ones and he seems like he can shake me up a bit. i think i'm on the right track... i've also been journaling my numbers so i can get a better idea of how they're behaving. hopefully this will be the new beginning of a wonderful life together, big D and i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's hoping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-7862812970213000874?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/7862812970213000874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=7862812970213000874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/7862812970213000874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/7862812970213000874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2010/12/cest-la-vie.html' title='c&apos;est la vie'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/TP1mPfxZmNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tCmuNBVKT40/s72-c/76073_582133976885_20402401_33614087_6678430_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-4507691692275975064</id><published>2010-11-03T10:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:29:42.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children with diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tudiabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AYUDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appointments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>hip! hip! ....</title><content type='html'>so as we know it's diabetes month! whoop whoop! and today i have my first endo appt with a brand, spanking new doctor. we shall see how that goes. i've been feeling really down about this whole diabetes things lately and i could use some good advice. hopefully, i'll really like my new endo and he can get me back on track because lately things have been crazy. crazy bad, not crazy good. anywho... here's a great video from TuDiabetes and that picture of the cute little girl holding up the bottle of insulin? that's one of AYUDA's campers. [legally, i don't know if they're allowed to use that photo but whatever it's cute and of course everyone loves it. i just think AYUDA should get a little credit for it].&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkLHgK94Z0E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkLHgK94Z0E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;‎"Instead of giving myself reasons why I can't, I give myself reasons why I can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-4507691692275975064?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/4507691692275975064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=4507691692275975064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4507691692275975064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4507691692275975064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2010/11/hip-hip.html' title='hip! hip! ....'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-89825441841611845</id><published>2010-10-29T11:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:58:21.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A1c'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>dear D</title><content type='html'>dear diabetes,&lt;br /&gt;today, i hate you. i hate you more than i've ever hated you in the past 10 year relationship we've unwillingly shared. i don't know what else to do to appease you. i feel like i've tried it all and i'm so frustrated it doesn't seem to be working. i want to throw my hands up in the air and scream "i'm done!" but i won't because i know i'm not. i'm just tired... tired of dealing with you and the stress and carb counting and insulin ratios and pretending like it's all ok. it's not ok. i'm not ok. please, please, please go away and leave me alone! although that is unlikely, please just behave so i can continue living my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;not your bff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-89825441841611845?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/89825441841611845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=89825441841611845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/89825441841611845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/89825441841611845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-d.html' title='dear D'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-8496067196749074951</id><published>2010-10-25T10:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:17:15.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood sugars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intermittent fasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endocrinologist'/><title type='text'>i.f.</title><content type='html'>so since saturday i've been trying a new "diet". it's more of a change in eating times than an actual diet. it's called intermittent fasting and the idea is that you only eat between 11am - 7pm or noon - 8pm... so far it hasn't really been too difficult. last night i needed some orange juice "after hours" bc my b.s. was too low to go to sleep at. and this morning i had some coffee and made my way into the office. so far so good. my bs also seems to be in slightly better control bc i haven't let myself eat past 8pm (something my doc in Miami told me to do anyway). thoughts? do you think that eating late has a serious effect on your b.s. too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-8496067196749074951?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/8496067196749074951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=8496067196749074951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8496067196749074951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8496067196749074951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2010/10/if.html' title='i.f.'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-4562266128315473389</id><published>2010-10-22T22:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T22:24:07.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children with diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='type 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='type 2'/><title type='text'>aahhh!!!</title><content type='html'>warning: i may offend you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39798848/ns/health-diabetes"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39798848/ns/health-diabetes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...these kinds of stories make me SO ANGRY! "1 in 3 people living in the US will have TYPE 2 diabetes by 2050." Know why!? Because Americans just keep getting fatter and fatter and lazier and lazier. Proof is in the pants size. Yes, there is a percentage of the type 2 population that is at a greater risk due to genetics, blah blah and not because they are fat and lazy... but nowadays, that is not the case, generally. Get off your butt and &lt;b&gt;get to a gym&lt;/b&gt; people. Workout. Wake up your pancreas and tell diabetes buh bye. Know why?! BECAUSE I CAN'T!!!! If I could simply not ever have to inject myself ever again by going to the gym everyday &amp;amp; eating healthy, know what I'd do? Yup. Go to the gym. every.freaking.day. But oh wait. I do. &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; I still have diabetes - TYPE 1 DIABETES. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so sick of telling people that 'no, there are 2 types of diabetes and i'm type 1, not type 2' then explaining the difference because no one seems to know unless they have a family member with &lt;u&gt;type 1&lt;/u&gt;. ugh. As I've said before type 2 needs a new name. It's not the same. Our conditions were not created equal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will type 1 diabetes get the recognition it deserves!? When was the last census taken solely of people living with type 1 diabetes in this great nation of ours and not clustered both into the same category of "diabetes"? I've yet to see actual numbers that separate the two. It's always a rough estimate of the actual type 1s based on the 10% rule of the reported cluster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I'm at it.... What's a girl got to do to get people to donate to diabetes causes like they do to cancer causes? Breast cancer has a color. Guess what, so does diabetes. Know what it is?! Know the IDF symbol for &lt;a href="http://www.worlddiabetesday.org/the-campaign/about-wdd/about-the-logo"&gt;diabetes&lt;/a&gt;? Just how many lifestyle choice/preventable diseases will the government continue funding whilst over-looking other biological conditions like MS and type 1 diabetes.... ::sigh::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd say I'd give up but I can't. I'm not done fighting this battle yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have been warned. and maybe offended. and i don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-4562266128315473389?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/4562266128315473389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=4562266128315473389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4562266128315473389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4562266128315473389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2010/10/aahhh.html' title='aahhh!!!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-4861045946125928784</id><published>2010-10-22T13:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:07:35.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out'/><title type='text'>work it out</title><content type='html'>here are 3 of my newest favoritest blogs out there in regards to nutrition and exercise!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.leangains.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://firthfitness.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myomytv.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think these are some of the best tips out there... covers everything from kettle bell workouts to irish stew to new ways of thinking about "dieting". healthy changes = healthy lifestyle. as a person living with diabetes, the two most important things i do for myself are working out (at least 5x/week) and eating a healthy diet (with some occasional cheating). so get out there, grab some weights and get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these changing times, make a renewed commitment to yourself to lead a healthy life. Here are some tips to help you find balance, stay focused and gain perspective. IT'S THE MIND OF THE TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Exercise&lt;/span&gt; When you exercise you are present in the moment and not focused on worries and concerns. Studies show that cardiovascular and resistance training can help reduce stress and boost endorphins. Try a minimum of 30 minutes of vigorous exercise most days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Get enough sleep&lt;/span&gt; Insufficient sleep can make it more difficult to cope with the normal challenges of daily life. Most adults need 7-8 hours of sleep to function optimally.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Eat well&lt;/span&gt; A balanced diet high in fresh fruits, vegetables, whole grains and lean proteins can help reduce stress by stabilizing blood sugar levels. Combine carbohydrates, protein and healthy fats at each meal to fuel and energize your body.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Pay it forward&lt;/span&gt; Studies show that people who approach life with a positive attitude are less stressed. Begin and end every day by making a mental list of the things for which you are grateful.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Live in the moment&lt;/span&gt; Accept that some things are out of your control. Rather than worrying about what will happen next week, next month or next year, focus on making decisions that will lead you in the direction of your goals.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Get organized&lt;/span&gt; Being disorganized can add to your stress level. Knowing where things are and reducing clutter lets you focus on the important things.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Meditate&lt;/span&gt; Studies show that people who meditate regularly have more activity in their left frontal cortex and less activity in the amygdala – both of which are associated with calmer emotional states. There are many ways to meditate. Practice yoga, take a walk in nature, sit quietly, spend time with your pet or take a bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Say no when necessary&lt;/span&gt; Avoid taking on more than you can accomplish. Do not feel guilty saying “no” to unnecessary obligations and responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hydrate&lt;/span&gt; Drink plenty of water throughout the day. Water regulates body temperature, aids in the absorption of vitamins and nutrients and detoxifies the liver and kidneys.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lean on your support system&lt;/span&gt; People who have a strong social network of family and friends typically report less stress and a better ability to cope. Don’t be afraid to ask for support from close friends and family during these times.&lt;br /&gt;(from the equinox.com site)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep moving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-4861045946125928784?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/4861045946125928784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=4861045946125928784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4861045946125928784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4861045946125928784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2010/10/work-it-out.html' title='work it out'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-690041488687613842</id><published>2010-10-21T13:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:28:48.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children with diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endocrinologist'/><title type='text'>endo schmindo</title><content type='html'>looking for a new endo in the DC metro area... anyone have one they love?! when i lived here a couple of years ago i never found one i really liked...&lt;br /&gt;i just started keeping a log again, hopefully this time i'll actually make myself do it. it really is very helpful to see all of your numbers in one little book. i tried to track them in an iPhone app but wasn't too successful at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-690041488687613842?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/690041488687613842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=690041488687613842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/690041488687613842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/690041488687613842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2010/10/endo-schmindo.html' title='endo schmindo'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-4373463300232557996</id><published>2010-10-18T16:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T16:29:23.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>charity fair</title><content type='html'>just an FYI. AYUDA will be at the CVC Charity Fair this Wednesday in Richmond, VA. "Give from the Heart 2010" is their slogan this time around and I really, truley hope that you find it in your heart to donate to this worthy, life-saving cause. Need more info on AYUDA? Check us out ---&gt; www.ayudainc.net&lt;br /&gt;Details, details...&lt;br /&gt;Where: 101 North 14th St., Richmond, VA.&lt;br /&gt;When: Wed., October 20 from 9am to 2pm&lt;br /&gt;Why: To learn more about this and other worthy NGOs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-4373463300232557996?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/4373463300232557996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=4373463300232557996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4373463300232557996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4373463300232557996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2010/10/charity-fair.html' title='charity fair'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-8743845989624234514</id><published>2010-10-15T15:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T16:23:14.928-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children with diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>priorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/TLiqeW_GNaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/p2gLAOmE-1M/s1600/rex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528355981140309410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/TLiqeW_GNaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/p2gLAOmE-1M/s320/rex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that people are all too focused on politics in this day in age - on race, on sides, on everything except what is important - living a healthy, meaningful life.&lt;br /&gt;can't we all just get along?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's focus all this energy on something more meaningful - on research, on jobs, on life. i don't know about you but i would like to not have diabetes one day, a job tomorrow and a healthy life! what's it going to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i think i'd forgotten how much i semi-anonymously love going on rants. it's good to be back.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-8743845989624234514?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/8743845989624234514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=8743845989624234514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8743845989624234514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8743845989624234514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2010/10/priorities.html' title='priorities'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/TLiqeW_GNaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/p2gLAOmE-1M/s72-c/rex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-5098061003113921500</id><published>2010-10-15T14:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:44:57.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children with diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insulin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AYUDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donations'/><title type='text'>por fa please</title><content type='html'>I am alive today because of the insulin I inject myself with on a daily basis. I have met kids who do not have that "luxury". Living a healthy life should not be a luxury, it is a right - for every human being not matter their age, race, nationality. I have met kids who were literally dying because they had no insulin - on dialysis at 20 years old. What kind of life is that? Having seizures multiple times per month because they were never properly educated on how insulin works and how to use it. What kind of life is that? As a person with diabetes, I know what it's like to &lt;u&gt;live&lt;/u&gt; with this condition but others - like the kids I work with in Ecuador - aren't so lucky. The daily ups and downs of diabetes is a constant struggle and to add the cost of medications and test strips and doctors visits on top of all that can, at times, be too much to bear. But, today, I am alive because I am able to inject myself with insulin - daily. 24/7/365. This is my reality and I want it to be the reality of the children with diabetes in Ecuador (until there's a cure). Insulin isn't a luxury. It's the life of a child, a friend, a sister, a father. Insulin is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help with a small donation or even by just passing along this message. you have to power to improve someone's health - someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lack of education is just as dangerous as a lack of insulin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To donate please visit: &lt;a href="http://www.firstgiving.com/julieburke"&gt;www.firstgiving.com/julieburke&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/"&gt;http://www.ayudainc.net/&lt;/a&gt; and mention "Julie" or "Pancreatically Challenged" or both in the memo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;happy birthday.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528345144179556642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/TLignkKUASI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CiKYRX264Uo/s320/cake338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-5098061003113921500?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/5098061003113921500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=5098061003113921500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5098061003113921500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5098061003113921500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2010/10/por-fa-please.html' title='por fa please'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/TLignkKUASI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CiKYRX264Uo/s72-c/cake338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-8087924698026333848</id><published>2010-09-15T20:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:54:45.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Controversy</title><content type='html'>I think type 2 diabetes should have another name. This is what I've come up with - Metabolic Syndrome, Insulin Deficient - or some form thereof. &lt;div&gt;I hope someone important is reading this and decides I'm right, because I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-8087924698026333848?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/8087924698026333848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=8087924698026333848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8087924698026333848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8087924698026333848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2010/09/controversy.html' title='Controversy'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-9211239152494250256</id><published>2010-08-18T11:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:49:19.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children with diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AYUDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes camp pancreatically challenged'/><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/TGv_dvLvnII/AAAAAAAAAW8/Sp7bPuQHn2k/s1600/39670_10150253086665503_685570502_14291107_4598631_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/TGv_dvLvnII/AAAAAAAAAW8/Sp7bPuQHn2k/s320/39670_10150253086665503_685570502_14291107_4598631_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506775855737576578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello (hello). Echo (echo). Anyone out there (there... there... there...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's been awhile... again. I'm just seeing if anyone is still following me? A lot has changed in my life. Again. I'm back in the DC area and back with &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/"&gt;AYUDA&lt;/a&gt; to try to make some changes to the programs. I haven't gotten to see an endo here yet but it's only been 2 weeks not counting the 1.5 weeks that I went down to Ecuador to work with our sister foundation the FDJE. We started a new satellite program where we go to the provinces of Ecuador instead of having all the kids come to us in the Capital - Quito. I think this will make us much more sustainable for the future. Hopefully, it will all work out in the end :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(picture: yanni, age 6. type 1 diabetes. lives in the coastal region of ecuador)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-9211239152494250256?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/9211239152494250256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=9211239152494250256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/9211239152494250256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/9211239152494250256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2010/08/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/TGv_dvLvnII/AAAAAAAAAW8/Sp7bPuQHn2k/s72-c/39670_10150253086665503_685570502_14291107_4598631_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-243492614983017561</id><published>2009-12-05T22:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:39:10.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A1c'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Update...tis the season...</title><content type='html'>So, yes. I know I've been out of commission for quite some time now. Well, honestly, I've been busy. This is my second to last semester of graduate school. I will graduate with a Master of Public Health in April ::fingers crossed:: and after that... I really don't know. I need a job. Badly. I'm looking to stay in Florida, not necessarily Miami, possibly Orlando. Miami has been good, not great. I love the beach, I could do without most of the people. It really is a different world down here and I'm glad to have lived here but it might be time for another change... anyway we'll see what happens...&lt;br /&gt;In diabetes news... My A1c is not where I want it to be, a little high... much like this December warm front 80+ degrees yesterday!)... I'm due to go back to the DRI at the end of January if I can get my insurance straight. I may have to find another doctor and not an endo because the visits aren't being covered for my "pre-existing condition". bull shit. I hate insurance companies. All of them... car insurance, medical insurance...&lt;br /&gt;However, eventhough my A1C is up, I think it's up because I pretty much am never low. I now take 16u of Lantus divided into 8u twice a day and my Novolog ratio hasn't changed any still 1u to 15 carbs. I exercise on a regular basis (6x per week) for at least an hour. My diet, however, oh my diet... what can I say about that... well I've been naughty. Santa will be mad. Too many starches, etc. including desserts. I am definitely an advocate of people with diabetes eating whatever they want. Damnit we can! I just do it at the wrong times of day... like at night... before I go to bed... then I wake up high. Not a good way to start the morning. Slowly but surely I am getting that under control. Habits are hard to break.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I have to wake up early tomorrow for an event - I work for the Florida Heart Research Institute doing cardiovascular risk screenings... have to be there by 7am, on a Sunday. I enjoy it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-243492614983017561?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/243492614983017561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=243492614983017561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/243492614983017561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/243492614983017561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2009/12/updatetis-season.html' title='Update...tis the season...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-2437762448939889902</id><published>2009-05-29T09:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:17:00.747-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DRI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>More of the Same</title><content type='html'>So the other day I had my 3rd or 4th visit to the DRI since January. I still absolutely love it there. Dr. M is great and keeps me in check. She burst my bubble though because I haven't been logging my life so I started to log my life... what I eat at what time and what my BS is and how much exercise I get... throwing in my weight too so I can keep track of that better. I gained a few pounds since the last visit which I am not too pleased with... but it could just be muscle because I've been working out ridiculously. Most of the morning lows I was having at the previous visit are done and gone. We changed up my Lantus regime and have been playing with Novolog doses. Hopefully, by my next visit I'll have this down better. There are so many factors that affect BS levels sometimes I just want to give up. After 9 years, I was getting worn down but Dr. M and my CDE are amazing and have been a great addition to my hectic life. But really, what else can you do?! C'est la vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-2437762448939889902?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/2437762448939889902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=2437762448939889902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2437762448939889902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2437762448939889902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-of-same.html' title='More of the Same'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-6055363815605233876</id><published>2009-01-28T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:26:40.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes research institute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DRI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A1c'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endocrinologist'/><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>Today was my first appointment at the &lt;a href="http://www.diabetesresearch.org/"&gt;DRI&lt;/a&gt; here in Miami. I was very pleasantly surprised. I didn't have to wait for very long [other than for the actual appt...] and the doctors were very nice and actually &lt;em&gt;spent time talking to me&lt;/em&gt;. Other than the "yeah ok you have diabetes... how are your numbers?? need refills??" in and out kind of visits. How refreshing. People that care. Feels good. I like.&lt;br /&gt;My past endo visits have been less than thrilling to say the least and had left the office more frustrated than ever. I hadn't found an endo that I liked since I was first diagnosed at Children's Hospital in New Orleans. Geez. What a relief. I feel better just knowing that I like my doctors!&lt;br /&gt;And right then and there they checked my HbA1c... only took 6 minutes. 6 freaking minutes can you believe that!? Even got all the bloodwork taken care of after talking with my new doc across the hall from the room. So simple. Except the girl who drew my blood was a newbie and pressed down a little too hard during the process... made me feel faint. But all is well. No fainting.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand my A1c is down! Woohooo!! I've really been working hard on that and I think I would have gone crazy if it hadn't... even though I still don't believe in the complete accuracy of them [and you can read a prior post for why]. But still it gives me a major sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. M also suggested that I go talk to a CDE about management since I've been having too many low's in the AM [because of the lantus I say...] so I'm obliging and going on Monday afternoon. I hope my insurance won't freak out about so many doctor's visits... I go back to see Dr. M in two months. Hopefully with less morning lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-6055363815605233876?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/6055363815605233876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=6055363815605233876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6055363815605233876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6055363815605233876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2009/01/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-394959996069244854</id><published>2009-01-27T14:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:53:58.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good housekeeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 calories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endocrinologist'/><title type='text'>Momma always said...</title><content type='html'>there'd be days like this... eat all your veggies... stop bugging your sister... go outside and play.&lt;br /&gt;ok momma always said a lot of different things. as a future public health practitioner i must agree with all of the above. which brings me to my point. i'm taking a course this semester in which we've had two very interesting assignments so far. 1. track everything i consume for 2 weeks then analyze it. 2. track all physical activity for 1 week then analyze it. for those of us with diabetes we know how important physical activity is for management. i'm still in the middle of week 1 of assignment 2 but i get &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; of physical activity... not quite sure how to analyze it or change any behaviors that i already have. maybe i could buy that bike i've been thinking about??so as i was consuming my 100 calorie yoplait light vanilla yogurt [thanks assignment 1] the thought crossed my mind... what would i have to do to burn off these 100 calories... so i googled it. here are some very humorous and rather random things one could do to burn 100 calories:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.nowloss.com/Weight_Loss_articles/100_calories.htm"&gt;run a mile in 5 minutes &lt;/a&gt;[or less]&lt;br /&gt;-jump rope for 9.5 minutes while humming the "Rocky" theme song&lt;br /&gt;-play racquet ball for 7 minutes, 17 seconds&lt;br /&gt;-play tennis for 9 minutes&lt;br /&gt;-tread water for 14.5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;-walk uphill for 13 minutes&lt;br /&gt;-go two rounds with Mike Tyson [geez i thought it'd be less...]&lt;br /&gt;-play half a period of hockey&lt;br /&gt;-slow dance through 7 songs&lt;br /&gt;-sip ice water all day long. 8 16- oz glasses of ice water raises your metabolism (the rate which your body burns calories) and burns an extra 100 calories.&lt;br /&gt;-paint the house or clean gutters for 16 minutes&lt;br /&gt;-shovel snow for 12 minutes [thank goodness i don't have to worry about that! maybe i could shovel sand....]&lt;br /&gt;-push a pencil for 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;-type for 48 minutes&lt;br /&gt;-jump up and down on the bed 1336 times&lt;br /&gt;-do 97 pushups @ 10/minute&lt;br /&gt;-plant 2 medium sized trees [does size really matter?!]&lt;br /&gt;-do 146 crunches @ 15/minute&lt;br /&gt;-ride your bike to work [as long as it takes about 20 minutes]&lt;br /&gt;-man a sailboat for 26 minutes&lt;br /&gt;-read the newspaper for about an hour&lt;br /&gt;click the link on the first one for more ideas ;)&lt;br /&gt;Good Housekeeping also had some &lt;a href="http://www.goodhousekeeping.com/health/fitness/fitness-burn-100-calories-0906"&gt;ideas&lt;/a&gt; for those who keep good houses...&lt;br /&gt;or you may prefer &lt;a href="http://exercise.about.com/od/cardioworkouts/l/aaburncalories.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; quick 10-minute workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note... tomorrow in the AM is my first endo appointment here in Miami. It's at the DRI. I'm anxious to say the least because my last HbA1c was, well, not what i expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop biting your nails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-394959996069244854?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/394959996069244854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=394959996069244854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/394959996069244854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/394959996069244854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2009/01/momma-always-said.html' title='Momma always said...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-6089385313553322754</id><published>2009-01-26T15:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:55:12.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FDA stem cell research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Baby steps...</title><content type='html'>Some quick and exciting news on the stem cell research front ... to begin this summer in patients with spinal cord injuries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/01/23/stem.cell/index.html?iref=werecommend"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/01/23/stem.cell/index.html?iref=werecommend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could lead to major developments for other injuries and conditions... like ::ahem:: diabetes. Could a cure be closer than we think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-6089385313553322754?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/6089385313553322754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=6089385313553322754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6089385313553322754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6089385313553322754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-steps.html' title='Baby steps...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-2720818976279023088</id><published>2009-01-21T22:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:00:23.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children with diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insulin pump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>I know...</title><content type='html'>I've been M.I.A. in MIA... what can I say, I'm a busy lady. But in the midst of all the New Year commotion and new &lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/"&gt;President&lt;/a&gt; excitement I saw a link to this &lt;a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/sites/entrez?db=pubmed&amp;amp;cmd=Retrieve&amp;amp;dopt=Abstract&amp;amp;list_uids=19140899"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on PubMed from &lt;a href="http://www.childrenwithdiabetes.com/"&gt;Children with Diabetes&lt;/a&gt;. It's a study of young children with Type 1 in which they were randomized to either be on the pump or a rigorous insulin regime [geez who isn't!?] and the results they found were rather... interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link again in case it doesn't work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/sites/entrez?db=pubmed&amp;amp;cmd=Retrieve&amp;amp;dopt=Abstract&amp;amp;list_uids=19140899"&gt;http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/sites/entrez?db=pubmed&amp;amp;cmd=Retrieve&amp;amp;dopt=Abstract&amp;amp;list_uids=19140899&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-2720818976279023088?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/2720818976279023088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=2720818976279023088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2720818976279023088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2720818976279023088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know.html' title='I know...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-1902683528643711925</id><published>2008-12-12T15:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:59:40.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream that I was in a plane crash.&lt;br /&gt;I was on a big 737 with one of my best friends who I've known practically my whole life. Just us. Her and I. And the pilot. The pilot was old with grey hair and a white beard and moustache.&lt;br /&gt;The crash happened fast but nothing even happened to the plane. We landed in a river right on the side of a town. All the townspeople were watching from the shops along the river. My friend opened the plane dooor for the emergency exit and a yellow slide blew up that we could slide down into the water. The water was brown and dirty. She held her breath and jumped out and slide down into the water. I think the water was even shallow enough to stand in. But I wouldn't jump. I was running around the empty plane looking for my purse. She kept screaming for me to get out of the plane, that it might explode, but I wouldn't without my purse. I needed it. Then when I found it I was looking for something I could put it in so it wouldn't get wet. She kept screaming, "get out! get out!" I shouted back, "I need my purse! My insulin is in it!" So  I finally got my bag and jumped and slide down into the water. When I hit the water I made sure to hold my bag above my head so it wouldn't get wet. We swam to shore. All three of us. Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in my dreams I have diabetes. I guess there is no escaping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-1902683528643711925?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/1902683528643711925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=1902683528643711925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1902683528643711925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1902683528643711925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/12/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-470635083430146897</id><published>2008-11-14T14:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:27:26.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world diabetes day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>In the news...</title><content type='html'>This is a rather good [although quick] "day in the life" of someone like us with type 1. Her name is Dominique and still in the honeymoon phase. Oh how I miss the honeymoon phase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/11/13/a-day-in-the-life-of-type-1-diabetes/"&gt;http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/11/13/a-day-in-the-life-of-type-1-diabetes/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good that we're finally getting a little more attention. Although, it's probably just due to the fact that it's National Diabetes Awareness Month or whatever bull shis they made up to make us feel appreciated... kind of like Boss's Day or Valentine's Day. The only other things I've seen in the media are ads at CVS for diabetes supplies for like ketone strips and glucotabs [watermellon is my new favorite]... But I could be wrong there may be more stuff circulating out there... I don't watch TV so maybe there have been some fantabulous stories. Please send me a link if there are...&lt;br /&gt;However, I am very happy about &lt;a href="http://www.worlddiabetesday.org/"&gt;World Diabetes Day&lt;/a&gt;. Global attention... that's what we need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word. Tell your friends. Celebrate life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-470635083430146897?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/470635083430146897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=470635083430146897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/470635083430146897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/470635083430146897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-news.html' title='In the news...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-1073874423166246689</id><published>2008-10-31T00:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:59:38.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mccain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='america'/><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>I am a citizen of the United States of America. I am a civilian, not a soldier. I am a 20-something woman, a student, a daughter, a sister, a best friend. I am employed and well-educated and living with a chronic condition.&lt;br /&gt;And you? You couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;Except I have a feeling we are not so different. We are worried about the future. The future of our economy, our planet, our health. Since moving to Florida, I have had a very difficult time finding a job so I've had to settle for a job in a restaurant. However, the restaurant industry is not what it used to be with the economy and all... It fits my school schedule and right now that's what is most important. What about after I graduate and am in debt up to my eyeballs with an impeccable piece of paper that says I've Mastered the field of Public Health. Will there be a job for me doing something I actually &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to do? That is the American Dream isn't it? To be the person we most dream to be? I have a dream....&lt;br /&gt;Change is never easy. I can attest to that. I've lived in 5 states, 4 of which have been in the last 3 years. Starting over each time. New friends. New faces. New places to get lost. Change. It is never easy but it is inevitable. At some point in our lives we will have to accept it and embrace it. Barack &lt;a href="http://www.barackobama.com/"&gt;Obama&lt;/a&gt; is "change" personified. He is the epitome of the America we &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; to dream of.&lt;br /&gt;With the two very different presidential candidates, we have the potential for two very different Americas... two very different futures. Imagine those two Americas.&lt;br /&gt;Which one do you want to live in?&lt;br /&gt;Because once we make our choice we cannot go back and erase it.&lt;br /&gt;I believe Obama has the ability to steer our country in the right direction. A direction worthy of its citizens. We deserve better, happier, prosperous lives. If we were voting for who should be the next Army General or Secretary of Defense my vote would be for &lt;a href="http://www.johnmccain.com/"&gt;McCain&lt;/a&gt;. Hands down. He's the most qualified man for the job. However, we're not. We're voting for the next President of the United States of America. There are greater issues than the war we are currently engulfed in, thanks to the current regime. McCain would lead our troops excellently. As Commander in Chief, yes that would be ONE of his jobs. But America has issues here on American soil that have not been addressed properly in the last eight years. That needs to change and I most agree with Obama's plans. I'm voting for change. Not just change we &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; believe in but a change I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; to believe in. Freedom. Health insurance. Financial stability. Peace. Education for all. Liberty. Freedom of speech. A vibrant place to raise a family. Health care. The basic human rights our country was founded on that seem to have been lost along the way. I'm voting for change and I hope you do too.&lt;br /&gt;And in a nutshell, that is my opinion. Obama has my vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever your choice, just vote. At least that hasn't been taken away... yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-1073874423166246689?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/1073874423166246689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=1073874423166246689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1073874423166246689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1073874423166246689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-489359485725197563</id><published>2008-10-15T00:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:33:10.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>I hope...</title><content type='html'>I hope this is just some kind of stress side effect or from working out... I hope that there's nothing [else] wrong with me... I hope I know what to do if there is...&lt;br /&gt;I've been somewhat of a hypochondriac for more than awhile and it's kicking in big time right now. Lately my shoulders have been bothering me, like I can't rest/sleep on one side for very long or my arms get weak or tingly or fall asleep. But now, like as I'm writing this, my shoulders feel tired. Could it be from poor circulation? Because I know I have poor circulation, my hands are always cold. Maybe I'm overreacting - anticipating some diabetes complication to kick in. Like my eye sight has changed... again and I have an astigmatism. Is is because I have diabetes or is it just a natural thing that happens? Aging and whatnot? I also just noticed I have red marks on my pinkies... After eight years of this I hadn't really thought about complications, just recently have I begun to contemplate the future, my life in 8, 18 or even 38 years from now... it freaks me out to think of these things. It is, however, a reality of living with diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;What's next? ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-489359485725197563?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/489359485725197563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=489359485725197563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/489359485725197563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/489359485725197563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hope.html' title='I hope...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-2214617931467438343</id><published>2008-10-08T14:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:58:18.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November 14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tudiabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world diabetes day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google Doodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Google Doodle!</title><content type='html'>Say that 5 times fast HA! google doodle google dodle goodle doogle doogle google godle dogle I can't even type it correct lol anywho... so you know those creative kids over at &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; are always coming up with different designs for the word "Google" when you go to their search engine page, right? Usually it's around holidays or for the Olympics and what-have-you. However, Manny and friends over at &lt;a href="http://www.tudiabetes.com/"&gt;TuDiabetes.com&lt;/a&gt; have come up with the brilliant idea of making a doodle for World Diabetes Day, which ::ahem:: if you didn't know is Novemeber 14th. So follow this link &lt;a href="http://www.diabetesdoodle.com/"&gt;www.diabetesdoodle.com&lt;/a&gt; to the petition and sign sign sign away! After signing there's an OPTIONAL donation button to donate to the good people who design these nifty petitions. Again it is optional you are free to just close the browser and your name will be signed along the dotted line just like mine was.&lt;br /&gt;Also, please feel free to copy and paste the letter below and spam your friends so they can all sign it too! Let's make this thing happen people!! Get to it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;google doodle goodle goodel doogle google doodle dogle google&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Announcement: Diabetes Doodle for Google-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Diabetes Supporters,&lt;br /&gt;The founders of TuDiabetes.com and DiabetesDaily.com have teamed up with a mission of getting a diabetes doodle on Google in honor of World Diabetes Day on November 14.&lt;br /&gt;What's a doodle you say? It's those fun Google logos that you sometimes see, especially around the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;There is a petition circulating right now and we need 20,000 signatures by November 1. Sign the petition at &lt;a href="http://www.diabetesdoodle.com/"&gt;www.diabetesdoodle.com&lt;/a&gt;.This Cause has more than 45,000 signatures, so if you support diabetes awareness, please sign the petition. Millions of people will see the doodle on November 14 for World Diabetes Day. Make your voice heard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-2214617931467438343?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/2214617931467438343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=2214617931467438343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2214617931467438343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2214617931467438343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/10/google-doodle.html' title='Google Doodle!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-574503147153674788</id><published>2008-10-05T12:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:45:40.738-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A1c'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appointments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>What kind of what??</title><content type='html'>Searching through my insurance providers list of endos I come across the Univ. of Miami Diabetes Research Institute. &lt;em&gt;Awesome!&lt;/em&gt; I think as I begin to dial the number. These are people who will get me and understand what I need in an endo. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;::ring riiiing:: of course it's an automated message telling me to please hold...&lt;br /&gt;still holding... listening to the great elevator soundtrack of 1968... stillll holding. Oh someone finally picks up and asks me to keep holding. Ok... continue holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist: (obviously annoyed and disgruntled) Hello how can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (trying to be as cheery as possibly to the obviously annoyed lady of the other end) Hi! I'd like to make an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Ok. What problem are you having??&lt;br /&gt;Me: umm... well I have type 1 diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Ok. Are you a new patient?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, I just moved here and I'm looking for a new endocrinologist.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Ok. What type of diabetics do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ::pause:: (&lt;em&gt;what type of diabetics??)&lt;/em&gt; umm... I uh have type 1 diab&lt;em&gt;etes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Ok. the next appointment we have available is January 28th.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh wow geez that's a long time away but ok. Is there any way I could get some lab works done before I see the new endo? You know so she has something to look at?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Ok well I'll have to transfer you to the office to see if they can do that. Hold please...&lt;br /&gt;holding.... for about 5 minutes....&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Hi hold on ok?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah sure.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: and if there are any cancellations before that appointment we'll give you a call.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok thanks I appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;holding some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Receptionist: (less annoyed than the first receptionist) Hello. How can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I was wondering if I could get some papers sent to my house so I can get some bloodwork done before my appointment.&lt;br /&gt;New Lady: Are you a new patient?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, It'd be the first time seeing this doctor.&lt;br /&gt;New Lady: Well then no. Your doctor has to see you first before writing any prescriptions.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't need new prescriptions I already have diabetes. I just want to get my A1c done before I see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;New Lady: You have to see the doctor before she can write new prescriptions.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok. Maybe you didn't hear me correctly. I don't need new prescriptions, I just would like to get some bloodwork done.&lt;br /&gt;New Lady: That's not possible. You have to see the doctor first. Have your old doctor's office send in your files.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave in. I think that is ridiculous. I want to know what my A1c is now. It was horrible the last time and I've been working on getting it lower and I want to know if my hard work has been "paying off". However, I must admit, eventhough I probably shouldn't... I think the A1c is kind of dumb. It's an average right? So if it is just an average then the average of really high numbers and really low numbers is a pretty awesome number. Right? So, the average of moderate numbers and then a few high numbers is a higher number than the real ones. Catch my drift? I don't think it's a real indicator of how we're really taking care of ourselves. Maybe you disagree. It's just my opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back, relax and enjoy the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-574503147153674788?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/574503147153674788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=574503147153674788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/574503147153674788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/574503147153674788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-kind-of-what.html' title='What kind of what??'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-4011961891217261210</id><published>2008-09-27T11:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:43:47.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>What the #@*^?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>So this morning around 7, I wake up because I feel low... so I stumble out of bed... grab a glass from the cabinet and open the fridge to grab the carton of juice. ::shake shake:: pour myself a glass and take a sip... what the?!?! this juice tastes like... soy milk. It took me a minute to realize that I was, in fact, drinking soy milk and not juice so decided I should actually have some juice because soy milk won't work fast enough. Pull out another glass, take out the actual carton of juice ::shake shake:: pour. As I'm drinking I remember what people used to say about mixing orange juice and milk... ever heard that? Supposedly if you drink milk and oj you'll throw up. So with the theory in the back of my mind I'm wondering if I'll start gaging any second now... but no. Apparently it isn't true for soy milk and pineapple/orange/banana juice combo... just so you know. But it was a weird sensation to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good way to start off your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-4011961891217261210?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/4011961891217261210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=4011961891217261210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4011961891217261210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4011961891217261210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/09/what.html' title='What the #@*^?!?!?!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-5777078720775665666</id><published>2008-09-23T10:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:09:39.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Hook me up</title><content type='html'>Feending...&lt;br /&gt;I got a craving... I think I need the patch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saic.com/feature/health/diabetes-patch.html"&gt;http://www.saic.com/feature/health/diabetes-patch.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds pretty freaking cool. I'm all about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;noninvasive&lt;/span&gt; technology [D-related or otherwise] and this sounds amazingly close to that! However, I have a strong aversion to things that are sticky. I think that's &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; of many reasons I hated the pump. The little stickers [I even hate the word ::shiver:: &lt;em&gt;sticker&lt;/em&gt; ::shiver::] never stuck! If it can stay in place, not hurt too much and do it's freakin job then hey, sign me up. I like new toys. Could be fun... in a weird it's fun and diabetes related technology kinda way... I'm interested to see this on the market. I mean like a cure or something would be rockin' but whatevs... Just make my life a little easier and I'll be happy! My first endo still has 2 years until he's completely wrong and I will forever call him a lier... [not a direct quote but almost] "they almost have the human genome project figured out and after that it'll be 5 - 10 years and there will be a cure for diabetes!" You've got 2 years mister... let's see what happens first a cure or the patch is gracing the gluteous maximus of everyone with diabetes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-5777078720775665666?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/5777078720775665666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=5777078720775665666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5777078720775665666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5777078720775665666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/09/hook-me-up.html' title='Hook me up'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-398512603640458035</id><published>2008-09-10T14:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:08:40.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood sugars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Slipping</title><content type='html'>I'm slipping.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure when it started... but I think I've finally caught myself... maybe... I just uploaded my Freestyle Flash meter into the Co-Pilot program so I can track what I'm doing... Apparently I haven't been doing much testing. I've only an average of 3.4 checks per day in the last month. Not good when trying to "control" my bs. And my Tuesday AM average is waaaay higher than it ever should be and Saturday averages are practically non-existent. Also, when I went back to DC in August I was supposed to go visit my endo. Did I? Nope. I slept til 11 because I didn't get to sleep til 6... but I did manage to wake up for enough time to cancel said appointment. I need an endo in Miami. Any suggestions? ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SMgbDd4M68I/AAAAAAAAAGg/JQ9HRS6_a4M/s1600-h/dvs145046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244471512446856130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SMgbDd4M68I/AAAAAAAAAGg/JQ9HRS6_a4M/s320/dvs145046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back on the ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-398512603640458035?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/398512603640458035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=398512603640458035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/398512603640458035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/398512603640458035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/09/slipping.html' title='Slipping'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SMgbDd4M68I/AAAAAAAAAGg/JQ9HRS6_a4M/s72-c/dvs145046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-3937724046348491359</id><published>2008-09-09T22:06:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:56:20.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Things I...</title><content type='html'>This will be a random, possibly continuing post of things I hate about diabetes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One main reason why I hate diabetes is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having to get out of bed to check my bs because I know I'm low, then going to the kitchen to get juice, then not being able to fall asleep again and it's way to early in the morning to actually be awake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here's something pretty to look at ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244209159916530530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SMcsciisq2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZyfjFyE3_QU/s320/Miami_08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beautiful sunset from outside my balcony... the picture does it no justice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times when I don't think I can take it anymore, then there are moments like this one and everything is wonderful again, early AM low blood sugars and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget to look up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-3937724046348491359?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/3937724046348491359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=3937724046348491359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3937724046348491359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3937724046348491359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-i.html' title='Things I...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SMcsciisq2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZyfjFyE3_QU/s72-c/Miami_08+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-3865654390625138748</id><published>2008-08-27T23:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:41:22.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Mind Games</title><content type='html'>Woah! Time has FLOWN by!! It's already been a month since my great adventure to Miami. Things are going very well. I still love Miami and I still hate Miami traffic/drivers. Monday was my first day of class. I have 3 classes. All at night, for 2.5 hours. Not bad... I get to enjoy the beautiful, sunny Miami days and then go to class at night. Works out perfectly. For whatever reason, my bs has been horrible today. Haven't had a number starting with a 1 all freaking day before class i was over 300. Not a great way to start class... but it's corrected now FINALLY but I also just injested way too many carbs... but hopefully tomorrow I'll be back to normal... whatever that is. My 3 classes are: Intro. to Environmental Health, Community Organization for Health Promotion and Intro. to Epidemiology.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and ps I got a scholarship for half my tuition this year!!! Amazing news for my bank account :)&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all I have left for tonight. I'm going to watch a movie and crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-3865654390625138748?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/3865654390625138748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=3865654390625138748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3865654390625138748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3865654390625138748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/08/mind-games.html' title='Mind Games'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-4926035677981176302</id><published>2008-07-26T13:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:50:43.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Just Breezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SIti34J4xpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/azGhGA8KTHk/s1600-h/2008+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227380504599774866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SIti34J4xpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/azGhGA8KTHk/s320/2008+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have now been in beautiful Miami for a whole week. I'm having mixed emotions but mainly just loving life in such an interesting city. I have been exploring [sometimes unintentionally] the many different sections of South Florida [So Flo for you hipsters out there] but nothing is very far from my new casita. My absolute favorite thing is to drive over the bridges at night coming back from South Beach and seeing all of the buildings and other bridges lit up. It's breath-taking and always brings a smile to my face. By sheer chance I have a friend who moved to South Beach about a month ago from Ecuador. We met in Quito at Campo Amigo about 3 years ago now and it is so amazing to have such an amazing person with you on this crazy journey we both seem to be on through Miami life. AND to top it off he has diabetes too. I love being with other people who are type 1 too. haha Call me crazy but it's comforting... great to have someone who "gets it". I definitely cannot complain about anything at the moment. My dad also has a theory that the happier you are the better your numbers will be... so far it's working ;) Just a few highs in the past week and a couple lows but other than that things could not be better. Still need to get back to my workout routine. My workout for the past few days has been carrying and unpacking boxes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super excited to start &lt;a href="http://ssph.fiu.edu/"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; again too. Classes start on Aug 25 but I'm heading back to DC for a week to celebrate my bday aaaand go to the &lt;a href="http://www.capitolcongress.com/"&gt;DC Salsa Congress&lt;/a&gt;. Can't wait!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[I took the foto on North Beach on a tranquil Wednesday afternoon ::sigh::]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-4926035677981176302?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/4926035677981176302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=4926035677981176302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4926035677981176302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4926035677981176302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-breezy.html' title='Just Breezy'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SIti34J4xpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/azGhGA8KTHk/s72-c/2008+189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-2199236018010556556</id><published>2008-07-16T00:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:16:38.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Rooooadtrippppp</title><content type='html'>I am officially on the road. All by myself. I left Maryland at 1pm today and made it to Raleigh, NC by 8ish. So I checked into a Holiday Inn and set my wake up call. I'll be out of the hotel by 9am and back on the road south. I-95 all the way down to Miami. The air in NC is amazing. So fresh! I love it :) I'm really excited to see SC and GA [other than ATL because I've been there a few times...]&lt;br /&gt;My numbers have been great so far. No highs, no lows, just great. Which makes the trip soooo much easier!! I stopped for a late lunch early dinner at Shoney's. Salad bar and mash potatoes... an odd craving but exactly what I wanted! mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Ok. It is bedtime. Gotta get my rest before the drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep on truckin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-2199236018010556556?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/2199236018010556556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=2199236018010556556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2199236018010556556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2199236018010556556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/07/rooooadtrippppp.html' title='Rooooadtrippppp'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-8036434163599787135</id><published>2008-06-27T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:16:44.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>The Countdown</title><content type='html'>It's the final countdooownnnnn!!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear that song... or that phrase for that matter... I always transform back to my highschool marching band days and I'm suddenly roll stepping down Veterans Blvd in Metairie, LA or on a football field... flute in hand for some parade or football game playing "it's the final countdown" dududu duuu dudududu duuu. Those are the only words I know but the melody is stuck like cement glue to my brain.&lt;br /&gt;So it's not officially the FINAL countdown [per se] but I am counting down!! 9 days until my last day at work whoop whoop!!! That's such a fun countdown, more so than counting til the last day of class in my mind. Maybe because I'll be back in a classroom before I know it. And I cannot wait!!!!!!! I love being on a campus. Any campus probably. It's so exciting there's always so much energy, even if everyone has been up til 5am, studying or participating in debauchery. ::sigh:: college life. Classes start on August 25. Five days after I start my quarter life crisis.&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to figure out a move date, but it probably won't be long after my last day at work.&lt;br /&gt;Diabetes is in constant flux. Still trying to figure out why. So goes a day in the life of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-8036434163599787135?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/8036434163599787135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=8036434163599787135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8036434163599787135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8036434163599787135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/06/countdown.html' title='The Countdown'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-662016238504109064</id><published>2008-06-22T11:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:20:37.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Sunday blood sunday</title><content type='html'>I love Sundays. I think they're great. The most relaxed day of the week in my mind. Just wake up lazy and fiddle around the house. Today is my dad's birthday but he's busy hiking the Appalachian Trail... yeah that's just how he is. So last night we went to a cute little Italian place in Georgetown called Paolo's to celebrate the life of my dad. The eggplant is delicious! And I had spaghetti arrabiata with chicken. I haven't had spaghetti in I don't remember how long. So yummy and perfectly spicy and mmm my mouth is watering just thinking about it. Highly recommended if you're in the area. It's near M and 31st.&lt;br /&gt;Started doing a countdown of sorts for my move to hot hot hot MIA. Well roughly. I haven't set an exact date. Maybe that's why I feel so stressed and out of wack lately... arg... But it will definitely be sometime in July to give me enough time to adjust to my new locale and get enough beach time [haha like that's possible!] before school starts and I'm hitting the books again. so. freaking. excited. Today I'm going furniture browsing after I get my workout in. Hopefully I'll find somethings to make my new apartment feel like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the land of sand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-662016238504109064?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/662016238504109064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=662016238504109064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/662016238504109064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/662016238504109064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-blood-sunday.html' title='Sunday blood sunday'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-582177875007910868</id><published>2008-06-17T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:44:18.791-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>woah!</title><content type='html'>a la joey lawrence. woah!!&lt;br /&gt;ok. so I knew I hadn't blogged in awhile but I didn't think it's been this long! sooo quick life update (for those of yall thinking wtf where is she!? haha):&lt;br /&gt;1. I went down to Miami to check out my future school! and apartments and I found a potentially amazing place :) I'm very excited about starting a new chapter in the book of Jules.&lt;br /&gt;2. My numbers have been high like everyday just about for the past few days and I'm not sure why. It's possible that I'm using expired Novolog. How long is it good after the exp. date??&lt;br /&gt;3. Work isn't bad at all. I really enjoy a few people in my office which makes any situation better. I traded books with one called &lt;em&gt;Confessions of and Economic Hitman&lt;/em&gt;. It's mind blowing. Check it out if you get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;4. Workouts are continuing. I've been trying to kick it up a notch with classes like Step and Club Strength a couple days a week but eating cookies all day doesn't help. AT ALL. Hmm maybe that's my solution to update #2.&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to Wolftrap with the fam the other weekend for Louisiana day! We had such a great time and we really felt like we were back in NOLA because it was about 97 degrees that day!! hot-hot-hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Life is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-582177875007910868?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/582177875007910868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=582177875007910868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/582177875007910868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/582177875007910868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/06/woah.html' title='woah!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-774223876277921796</id><published>2008-05-17T21:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:00:18.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>::ahem:: me me me me meeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SC-NCX9ATOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3TxVYe4BzYs/s1600-h/10_cookie.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201531166565354722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SC-NCX9ATOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3TxVYe4BzYs/s200/10_cookie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The meme... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rules are that you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random, facts, habits or goals about yourself. At the end choose 6 people to be tagged, list their names and why you tagged them. Don't forget to leave them a comment saying ('You're It!') and to go read your blog. You can not tag the person that tagged you, so, since you can't tag me back let me know when you are done so that I can go read YOUR blog answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drum roll please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate anything sticky, especially saran wrap and tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have lived in four states, five cities and nine different houses/apts. and counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My favorite color is green because it's the color of my eyes and trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I want to be Samantha Brown... or to get paid to travel and write about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Even though I'm from Louisiana, I hate seafood... with the exception of crab cakes and crawfish bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I absoutely love quotes and find new ones everyday. I have a long list saved in my email "draft" box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I prefer to only read non-fiction because I don't think we can ever learn enough about ourselves, each other and the world... and I think I do a pretty good job of making up my own stories and don't need to read anyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I believe in the good of mankind... no matter how many times I have been seriously disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I refused to eat salads until I was in high school because I found it repulsive now I eat them everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I thought Mardi Gras was a national holiday until I went to college. Now I'm glad it's not though because it's something unique to my favorite place in the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag YOU! Anyone who hasn't played yet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-774223876277921796?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/774223876277921796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=774223876277921796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/774223876277921796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/774223876277921796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahem-me-me-me-me-meeeee.html' title='::ahem:: me me me me meeeee'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SC-NCX9ATOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3TxVYe4BzYs/s72-c/10_cookie.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-4183468407852697133</id><published>2008-05-15T03:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:14:28.935-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>incoherant</title><content type='html'>i think i have peanut butter in my eye. my hands are sticky with apple juice. what time is it?? i'm sweating. and shaking. and and tense.....&lt;br /&gt;as i write this i'm coming out of a low. a low i haven't felt in a long time... i'm 42. but this didn't feel like a 42 i've had before. i woke up sweat puddled on my face and i could feel it about to drip down my back. &lt;em&gt;must wake up&lt;/em&gt; i thought. i knew i was (am) low i just couldn't make myself wake up i don't know how long ago that was... i fell back asleep... woke up again... &lt;em&gt;julie you're low. test. go get some juice.&lt;/em&gt; ok ok. this felt like a low to where i would need an assistant juice getter-er but then i had thoughts racing through my head about being independent and no i can do this! so then i decided that since i was thinking these strange random thoughts i did indeed not need assistance and went downstairs. open the cabinet get a large glass fill it to the brim with grape juice. then i also conclude i need an apple and some peanut butter. why not...&lt;br /&gt;as i sat and drank my grape juice and slathered peanut butter over my apple (not really sure how i still have my fingers after cutting it... low and shaking...) i could literally feel my blood sugar rising...&lt;br /&gt;The sweat stopped sweating. My hands were still shaking but returned to a steadier normal non-shaking state. My thoughts were still strange but less so than before. Oddly, I started thinking of titles and what I would write in this blog. Hm... maybe I need to go test again... yeah... I do...&lt;br /&gt;Must go wash sticky low induded applepeanutbuttergrapejuice fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if blog makes little sense... the title should be enough of a warning....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-4183468407852697133?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/4183468407852697133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=4183468407852697133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4183468407852697133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4183468407852697133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/05/incoherant.html' title='incoherant'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-435143126260200987</id><published>2008-05-09T23:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:47:28.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Only floss the ones you want to keep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SCUYcs-ImnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Mcq2cXoXEl4/s1600-h/knife_fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198588226256280178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SCUYcs-ImnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Mcq2cXoXEl4/s200/knife_fight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I try not to dwell on things that make me sad, on things I cannot change, on things that depress me or make me think life sucks. I'm not that kind of person. Generally. I'm dwelling. Right now, whole lot of dwelling goin on. Oh yeah. Major dwell-age. Normally, I don't let the big D drag me down. But at the moment, I'm in a poorly lit back ally and it's beating the crap outta me... we're having a knock down all out knife fightin brawl a la &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0055614/"&gt;West Side Story&lt;/a&gt;. I've got the stab wounds to prove it... Can I please say "uncle" and crawl into bed and sleep it off for a bit? &lt;em&gt;Me rindo!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm all about diabetes empowerment and being "stronger than diabetes" and the whole bit. This week, man, this week has just got me backed into a mental corner, unable to escape my own thoughts about how much I hate living this way. This is not me... this is not my style. Diabetes usually doesn't bother me this much. I've &lt;a href="http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-blog.html"&gt;accepted&lt;/a&gt; it long ago and even come to derive joy from it's idiosyncrasies. Hopefully by next week I'll feel more like myself and not the major failure, whining child that I so desperately want to embrace. For the rest this week, however, I am unable. Unable to stop the thoughts, the mental hate mail addressed to my pancreas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-435143126260200987?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/435143126260200987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=435143126260200987' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/435143126260200987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/435143126260200987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-floss-ones-you-want-to-keep.html' title='Only floss the ones you want to keep'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SCUYcs-ImnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Mcq2cXoXEl4/s72-c/knife_fight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-4045096535277480917</id><published>2008-05-08T22:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:59:24.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Enough!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SCO97niHc0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WrJUQ-HHiuk/s1600-h/rain_~ks84962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198207226837693250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SCO97niHc0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WrJUQ-HHiuk/s320/rain_~ks84962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't wanted to blog lately. I haven't wanted to do much of anything lately, especially diabetes related. But I'm forcing myself because I know it will make me feel better... I don't know if it will make you feel better but it will... should... make me feel better...&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of this and I want out. I want off the ride I'm not having fun anymore! I just want it to be over and done with so I... and you and we and everyone with diabetes can be done! forever! I'm tired. It's the kind of tired that you struggle to... keep.. your... eyes... open...&lt;br /&gt;but it's my entire body. My brain wants to shut off, for a day maybe, reboot, power down, relax, rest. To stop. Stop counting and remembering and checking and corrections and carbs and insulin and checking and..... It's constant and I'm tired. So tired.&lt;br /&gt;Monday I had my 3 month follow up endo appointment with Dr. J and got my bloodwork back. My A1c went up. Again. I don't know how. I don't know why. I feel like I've been trying so hard and working out and eating well and nothing, to no avail. I feel like I'm failing myself. It's so frustrating and I just want to stop. I haven't felt this way in a long time because I thought I was doing so well and caring for myself. It's so hard... it used to be so simple. As time goes by it seems to be getting more and more difficult to understand why I can't be "in range" all the freaking time. I thought I knew what I was doing. Have I just been fooling myself? Dr. J says all my other organs are "perfect". Perfect? I don't even know what that means. There is nothing perfect about me. Today I was low 3 times. During the third time I also had a migraine and didn't want to move. I didn't care I was low, I didn't want to eat anything, I just wanted to sit there and will myself to get higher but I also knew that wouldn't happen so I reached in my purse and ate some glucotabs. I didn't care. I just didn't want to have my first seizure at work. How can I stop caring? I'm just so tired and frustrated. Have I said that enough yet?&lt;br /&gt;I look around and see people living their lives. Thinking they have all these worries and problems, living perfectly healthy lives. It makes me laugh and think &lt;em&gt;what do they know about worries&lt;/em&gt;. They obviously haven't had a day in the life of a chronic condition. Chronic. That word is so powerful.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. J thinks splitting my Lantus dose will help lower my numbers more. So now I'm taking 10 units twice per day, 12 hours apart. It seems to be working well. Despite the few lows I had today, I've only been high a few times also, everything else has been... decent. I'm going to upload my meter tomorrow and study the graphs and stats and averages. I'm determined to have a graph that looks like the ones I used to have right after I was diagnosed and my endo at Children's in New Orleans would upload my meter and just smile and say how much he loves patients like me. Amazing. Almost always in range. A high here, a low there but great.&lt;br /&gt;I am determined.&lt;br /&gt;I will continue. This is not a battle, I'm not fighting. I'm living my life... trying to work out the kinks. But, I'm frustrated and want to cry and I think I should go to bed. It's been a long day. It's thundering now. I love when it rains at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-4045096535277480917?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/4045096535277480917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=4045096535277480917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4045096535277480917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4045096535277480917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/05/enough.html' title='Enough!!!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SCO97niHc0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WrJUQ-HHiuk/s72-c/rain_~ks84962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-946631384889647216</id><published>2008-05-03T22:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:51:05.749-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fundraiser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AYUDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>These boots...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SB0gpvNn-JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NnMogM0VxwM/s1600-h/girl-freedom-written_~IE166-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196345446475757714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SB0gpvNn-JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NnMogM0VxwM/s320/girl-freedom-written_~IE166-004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...were made for walkin and that's just what I'll do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok maybe not in boots... but you get the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the big &lt;a href="http://www.jdrfcapitol.org/"&gt;JDRF&lt;/a&gt; DC Chapter, Walk for a Cure. I raised my goal and am super excited about that and it only took a few days! Thanks again to everyone who donated, your kindness is greatly appreciated :) It's amazing the things we can do when we do it together!! Like &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/"&gt;AYUDA&lt;/a&gt; says, Juntos somos mas fuertes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The walk starts at the National Mall with the beautiful monuments as a back drop for the 5K. I'll probably get there around 9:30 with the 'rents so they can register... and the walk starts around 10. This is my first walk and I can't wait. Knowing myself as well as I do though... I'll probably get all emotional and start crying.... I'll have to remember to put a tissue in with some glucotabs... and water... and sunscreen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep an eye out for me and come say hi if you recognize me... I'll be wearing an AYUDA t-shirt and shorts so my Casperthefriendlyghost legs can get some color.&lt;br /&gt;On another note. Today, I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.europe-in-dc.com/"&gt;EU Open House &lt;/a&gt;of the Embassies here in DC. My favorites were Portugal, Bulgaria and Latvia. Ireland was highly disappointing and Luxembourg is hardly worth mentioning. &lt;a href="http://www.bulgariatravel.org/eng/index.php"&gt;Bulgaria &lt;/a&gt;really got into it, as I think they all should have. Really showed off their culture with people dancing in traditional garb in the street and upon entering there was a table with Bulgaria wine and apps. Yall should know by know I love wine. Portugal was also very interesting. They showed a quick film about &lt;a href="http://www.visitportugal.com/Cultures/en-US/default.html"&gt;Portugal&lt;/a&gt;... enticing me to want to catch the next flight out... and the Ambassador was actually there, shook his hand and listened to him speak briefly and learned that he really likes pens.... I even won a t-shirt. They also had a delicious Portugese port wine and a special pastry cake thing. &lt;a href="http://www.latviatourism.lv/"&gt;Latvia&lt;/a&gt; was neat because the embassy itself is obviously very old and I love creaky old wood floors... it was decorated in a very gothic style with great art throughout. If you're in the area when they do this next year I would highly recommend visiting those embassies. Next weekend some others are open so maybe I check them out too... who knows... we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well... time to rest up hope to see you in the AM!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walk On.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-946631384889647216?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/946631384889647216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=946631384889647216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/946631384889647216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/946631384889647216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/05/these-boots.html' title='These boots...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SB0gpvNn-JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NnMogM0VxwM/s72-c/girl-freedom-written_~IE166-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-5327348061754988811</id><published>2008-05-01T07:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T07:39:08.258-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endocrinologist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cured'/><title type='text'>I'm Cured!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SBmru_Nn-GI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-sckICSo8go/s1600-h/MV5BMTQzNTMyNzU3OV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzk0MjU1MQ%40%40__V1__SY140_SX100_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195372468879489122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SBmru_Nn-GI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-sckICSo8go/s200/MV5BMTQzNTMyNzU3OV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzk0MjU1MQ%40%40__V1__SY140_SX100_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I totally didn't have diabetes yesterday. It was awesome. Racking up 70s and 90s ALL day not one number that didn't start with a 7 or a 9. This morning, I'm sittin' pretty at 105. Yeah, Baby! I like ::borat voice::. My dad said it must have been the wine tasting. Who knew... all I have to do is drink... er taste... 20 different kinds of wine and ::BAM:: I am cured.&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe not. I still had to take insulin.... blah blah blah... whatever! Let me bask in my fabulous non-diabetes diabetes glory!! ::muahahahahahaha::&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it continues today! I have another endo appointment on Cinco de Mayo. This time I'll be ready. I got bloodwork done the other day on my lunch break so it should be in by tomorrow [so they say]. AND I finally figured out why I couldn't upload my meter to the Co-Pilot program to get all the readings on my meter onto nifty little statistical charts and such. Dr. J will be soooo impressed............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a wonderful Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Ugly Betty's on tonight!! It's definitely my favorite show. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-5327348061754988811?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/5327348061754988811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=5327348061754988811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5327348061754988811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5327348061754988811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-cured.html' title='I&apos;m Cured!!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/SBmru_Nn-GI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-sckICSo8go/s72-c/MV5BMTQzNTMyNzU3OV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzk0MjU1MQ%40%40__V1__SY140_SX100_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-7438796040264539927</id><published>2008-04-29T21:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:29:57.142-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JDRF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fundraiser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Tuesday---Tonite!!</title><content type='html'>FYI for anyone in the DC area and of legal age... the JDRF is hosting a wine tasting at Occidental Restaurant ... 1475 Pennsylvania Ave NW, WDC 20004. It's goes from 6-9 and costs $35. $10 will go toward the JDRF and I'm guessing the other $25 is for the yummy French and Spanish wines and apps being served :) There will also be the wine producers to talk about their yummy wines... if anyone cares.......&lt;br /&gt;I'm going after work soooo maybe I'll see yall there!!&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok update time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with my parents which is always fun [and no i'm not being sarcastic!] We laughed at each other for a few hours, ate some cheese and truffle puffs and some biscuit things that tasted like goldfish crackers, drank... a lot.... it was great. There were about 22 different wines to try from France and Spain. I had about 20 of the 22... I don't know how I'm writing this right now honestly. And yes, I took the metro home.&lt;br /&gt;::public service announcement:: Drinking and driving is bad kids don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Had some ah-mazing wines four of which I would very much like to purchase for future consumption... as well as one hotty hot hottie french guy... oh well I guess I'll just have the wine. I did run up an leave my email on the sign in sheet. Hey you never know what could happen, right? Ok a girl can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still buzzing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonsoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! ps: This coming Sunday [May 4th] I'm doing the &lt;a href="http://walk.jdrf.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=extranet.personalpage&amp;amp;confirmid=86845809"&gt;JDRF walk to cure diabetes&lt;/a&gt;, starting at the National Mall. Are you?? It'd be great to finally meet some of yall :) or if you can't walk please &lt;a href="http://walk.jdrf.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=extranet.personalpage&amp;amp;confirmid=86845809"&gt;donate&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be wearing an &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/"&gt;AYUDA&lt;/a&gt; t-shirt so be on the look out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-7438796040264539927?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/7438796040264539927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=7438796040264539927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/7438796040264539927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/7438796040264539927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/04/tuesday-tonite.html' title='Tuesday---Tonite!!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-2904386771858840375</id><published>2008-04-17T21:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:04:45.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Quick Life Updates</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. Again! What is this!!?? It's like payback for all the times in the last few years [pre-east coast living] that I didn't get sick. Blah. It's mainly in my throat. It's sore and scrathy and runny all at the same time. Gross. Other than that I don't feel so bad but I definitely need to get back in the gym because I've taken time off to try to recover but that hasn't helped so I figure I should just go anyway. I got up to 370 on Tuesday. Tuesday sucked. Took me forever to get down and then I got to 80 and felt like ca-ca. Stupid sickness rollercoaster highs and lows.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm feeling better numbers have been decent but I've been going crazy everytime I see chocolate [ladies understand] so I'm skipping dinner to "make up for it". Sooooo excited tomorrow's Friday. And the weather is supposed to be another gorgeous day... in the 80s even!Have plans in the works for the weekend. One of which is on Sunday for an &lt;a href="http://www.greenapplefestival.com/"&gt;Earth Day Celebration &lt;/a&gt;at the National Mall! Fun!! If anyone's around maybe I'll see you there :)&lt;br /&gt;I still miss my Bitsy. I keep finding her fur around the house, on my clothes, on the floor, everywhere! It seems like she's still around even though I know she's gone. Life can change so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;More changes still..... for instance, I've decided to move. Again!! I got accepted into the Master's program I wanted :) But this time... back south. Way south.... Miami!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to &lt;a href="http://www.fiu.edu/"&gt;FIU&lt;/a&gt; for my &lt;a href="http://ssph.fiu.edu/"&gt;MPH&lt;/a&gt; [master's in public health]. Super excited. Nervous. Happy. Ready. Anxious. I'll be homesick the day after I get there I know it. But I'm sure I'll find something to do before school starts. I'm going down in July. School starts 25 August. YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-2904386771858840375?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/2904386771858840375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=2904386771858840375' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2904386771858840375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2904386771858840375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-life-updates.html' title='Quick Life Updates'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-3172593893323552247</id><published>2008-04-09T21:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:15:34.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>These last few days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R_13tOxUmCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aeFmER1QpPY/s1600-h/n23406585_40696095_7729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187433964743464994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R_13tOxUmCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aeFmER1QpPY/s200/n23406585_40696095_7729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So a lot has been going on lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend I went back to New Orleans to surprise my friends for their 25th birthday!! We had an &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt; weekend together. We went out to Bourbon Street, of course. The best place to go to celebrate birthdays in New Orleans :) Pat O's [see picture on left of birthday girl holding the famous &lt;em&gt;Hurricane&lt;/em&gt;] was our first stop then a random club where we danced all night. When we decided we had enough it was POURING rain. We tried to run back to the hotel we were staying at but got lost... we were slightly... uh... disoriented... and finally hailed a cab to take us the 3 blocks away the hotel apparently was... oh well... Got back safe, sound and soaking wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hadn't been back to New Orleans since last June for a friend's wedding... man, I miss New Orleans. Such a wonderful city. Full of life and love and hope and comfort. The people, the food, the music. No matter where I live in this crazy world it will always be &lt;em&gt;home. &lt;/em&gt;Saturday and Sunday there were festivals going on [Ferret Street Fest and Latin Fest] so my friends and I happily went and enjoyed awesome music -- Kermit Ruffins, the Sleeping Giant and other great local groups -- and gor-ge-ous 75 degree weather. AND&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Diabetes behaved itself rather well... which was made the weekend even more lovely. It's so hard to say goodbye to those you love......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I returned back to Maryland on Monday night with a heavy heart for multiple reasons. Leaving my best friends I've known since middle school [and before...] and my kitty, Bisty, died while I was away. Bitsy was the best, most loving kitty. She was 19 years old and had a very happy life and lived with me every state I moved to. But she was getting very sick in the days leading up to my departure to New Orleans. It was so hard to leave her because I knew in my heart it was the end. She could no longer hang on. I miss her so much. I was waiting last night for her to jump on my bed and purr next to my ear or sleep curled up at my feet. She was part of my life for 19 years and getting used to having her not here is very hard. I miss her. I miss petting her. I miss her comforting me when I'm sad... and now... she's not here for me to cuddle up with. It would be selfish of me to have her hang on longer than she wanted. She faithfully listened to my stories for 19 years. She would yell at me when I sang or had the music too loud. She would rub my leg when I was sad. She loved me unconditionally for 19 years, as I still do. 19 years is a long time especially since I only have 24. It was her time. But still... I miss her. My heart is heavy and empty at the same time. I miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIP Bitsy. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R_13cexUmBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yD8W1W-6paY/s1600-h/DSCN0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187433676980656146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R_13cexUmBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yD8W1W-6paY/s200/DSCN0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-3172593893323552247?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/3172593893323552247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=3172593893323552247' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3172593893323552247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3172593893323552247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/04/these-last-few-days.html' title='These last few days....'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R_13tOxUmCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aeFmER1QpPY/s72-c/n23406585_40696095_7729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-5858893464182574461</id><published>2008-03-26T22:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:07:20.385-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>How? Why!?</title><content type='html'>[&lt;em&gt;updated&lt;/em&gt;] I found this story through &lt;a href="http://donnabetes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Donna&lt;/a&gt;. It makes me sick. How, in this day in age, would ANYONE think that this poor child would have been ok without medical intervention. How did her teachers, her neighbors, her friends' parents, not realize that she was deteriorating in front of their eyes!? [&lt;em&gt;ok found out she was home-schooled that explains why no authorities stepped in&lt;/em&gt;] But seriously. Thinking that by praying she would miraculously recover? She must have been absolutely miserable. After a few hours without insulin I know I am... for at least a month she had to go through that while her parents prayed. There is no excuse for this. None. From what I understand her siblings were taken away from the parents. Good. They should not be near children. When I read the story last night it seemed like she was diagnosed many years ago and hadn't received insulin since so my original assumption was wrong but I still believe those people should be put in jail and sentenced to the FULLEST extend of the law. Negligent homicide. I pray I never meet anyone like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/crime/2008/03/27/grace.girl.pray.cnn"&gt;Nancy Grace&lt;/a&gt;, CNN side of the story as well.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thenorthwestern.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080326/OSH/303260025"&gt;Untreated diabetes kills girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents choose prayer instead of medical care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gannett Wisconsin Media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOWN OF WESTON -- The parents of an 11-year-old girl who died Sunday from an untreated form of diabetes prayed for the girl's health rather than seek medical intervention, police said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="correction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to police, Madeline Kara Neumann of the town of Weston died of diabetic ketoacidosis, a condition that develops when a person's body has too little insulin. She reportedly had not received medical treatment since she was 3 years old, said Everest Metro Police Chief Dan Vergin, whose department is investigating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="correction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's parents, Dale and Leilani Neumann, were unaware their daughter's recent illness was caused by diabetic ketoacidosis, Vergin said. Although the family has no ties to a specific church or religion, he said, they prayed for her and then attributed her death to them apparently not having enough faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="correction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is our understanding that instead of seeking medical help, they chose to pray over her and their faith would heal her," Vergin said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="correction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline Neumann's aunt from California contacted the Police Department out of concerns about the girl's health and asked police to check on her niece, Vergin said. The girl, who went by her middle name, Kara, was taken by ambulance from the family's home on Maplewood Drive to Saint Clare's Hospital in Weston, where she was pronounced dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="correction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathon County Medical Examiner John Larson said diabetic ketoacidosis prevents the body from absorbing nutrients. The girl appeared abnormally lean, and Larson said her body was wasting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="correction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Ziembo, an advanced practice registered nurse at Aspirus Wausau Hospital, said the condition is treatable and that the hospital treats several cases of it a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="correction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms include nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, excessive thirst and fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="correction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know if there is something wrong," Ziembo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="correction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shortage of insulin causes the body to break down fat, a process that produces toxic acids known as ketones. Treatment generally takes a few days in the hospital, as patients receive insulin intravenously to replace lost fluids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="correction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neumann's death will be investigated further, and the findings will be forwarded to the Marathon County district attorney's office to determine if any crime was committed, Vergin said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="correction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police have not had previous contact with her family, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="correction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's mother, Leilani Neumann, is co-owner of Monkey Mo Coffee To Go in Weston. A sign posted Tuesday on the shop's front door read, "Closed due to family emergency."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="correction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Neumanns could not be reached for comment.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and please don't take insulin intravenously. that's just not right in any way... the article should have said saline solution not insulin... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-5858893464182574461?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/5858893464182574461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=5858893464182574461' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5858893464182574461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5858893464182574461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-why.html' title='How? Why!?'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-8327390054599565340</id><published>2008-03-25T21:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:19:58.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Um yeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R-mqhjp8LBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XHSMKNJi2Ec/s1600-h/th-office1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181860339750022162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R-mqhjp8LBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XHSMKNJi2Ec/s200/th-office1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever seen Office Space? It's freaking hilarious. I could watch it a million times over and still laugh out loud each time. Well, I feel like I'm in that movie in my new office. There's the girl who stresses too much about everything... today... "oh my god! emergency!!! we need picture frames for the the congress in florida by tomorrow but the ones i found cost $90 i need everybody looking online for picture frames". But then I offered my advice to her she totally ignored me. Whatever. I wanted to say calm the f*&amp;amp;@ down! Geez. You stressing makes me stress and I do not like to stress. Then we have a notoriously retarded copy machine that I think would be thrown out the window had it not weighed about 5928 lbs. Someone is bound to bring a baseball bat and murder it in the Japanese- American Memorial Park next door. Then there are the memos. Lord, please help me. If these people do not stop asking about memos and getting memos signed and sending out memos I think I'll either die of histerical laughter or throw the fax machine at them. Possibly both. And the guy in the cubby hole next to me keeps asking girlthatstressesouttoomuch why she doesn't have any flair. I don't know why but it makes me giggle out loud every time. When did this become my daily life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a diabetes note though, my numbers have been behaving nicely... minus Easter Sunday and a little bit on Monday most likely due to weekend festivies. Oh and Saturday was crazy too... I woke up at 38! Then shot up to 300-something. I felt like ca-ca the entire day. I think I'm back in working order though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wohoo it's almost the middle of the week :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0063218/"&gt;Dom Portwood&lt;/a&gt;: Hi, Peter. What's happening? We need to talk about your TPS reports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0515296/"&gt;Peter Gibbons&lt;/a&gt;: Yeah. The coversheet. I know, I know. Uh, Bill talked to me about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0063218/"&gt;Dom Portwood&lt;/a&gt;: Yeah. Did you get that memo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0515296/"&gt;Peter Gibbons&lt;/a&gt;: Yeah. I got the memo. And I understand the policy. And the problem is just that I forgot the one time. And I've already taken care of it so it's not even really a problem anymore. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0063218/"&gt;Dom Portwood&lt;/a&gt;: Ah! Yeah. It's just we're putting new coversheets on all the TPS reports before they go out now. So if you could go ahead and try to remember to do that from now on, that'd be great. All right! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-8327390054599565340?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/8327390054599565340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=8327390054599565340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8327390054599565340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8327390054599565340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-yeah.html' title='Um yeah...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R-mqhjp8LBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XHSMKNJi2Ec/s72-c/th-office1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-5611141979862768867</id><published>2008-03-24T21:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:23:21.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Tag!</title><content type='html'>Six word memoir --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mywildandpreciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/six-word-memoir.html"&gt;Naomi&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to do the six word memoir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the rules:1) Write your own six word memoir; 2) Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like; 3) Link to the person that tagged you in your post, and to the original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere; 4) Tag at least five more blogs with links; and 5) Don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R-hScjp8LAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/R80aQprzQAY/s1600-h/l_c6ed5d6d270b5deb38b8b4b075a6d95f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181482021850721282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R-hScjp8LAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/R80aQprzQAY/s200/l_c6ed5d6d270b5deb38b8b4b075a6d95f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;quiet &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/adventurous"&gt;adventurous&lt;/a&gt; spirit. gypsy. just breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag: &lt;a href="http://nootherroadnootherway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Allison&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kingishkabibble.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rich&lt;/a&gt;, Alissa W, Brooke R and Ali L even though the last three of yall don't have blogs haha I still want to know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAG YOU'RE IT!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-5611141979862768867?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/5611141979862768867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=5611141979862768867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5611141979862768867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5611141979862768867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/03/tag.html' title='Tag!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R-hScjp8LAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/R80aQprzQAY/s72-c/l_c6ed5d6d270b5deb38b8b4b075a6d95f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-7340569727429756995</id><published>2008-03-15T11:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:53:49.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Write it in your heart that every day is the best day of the year" [emerson]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is my eigth year anniversary. I was diagnosed 2920 days ago but I definitely did not think that everyone of those days was the best day of the year. Times have changed and so have I and now I can do nothing but believe that each day is wonderful, even when it's not. I have an amazingly supportive family and great friends who I know will always be there when I need them. Diabetes was just another blessing in disguise. It takes time to realize and I finally did a few years ago. I'll never know if I would be the strong woman I am becoming without diabetes but part of me is glad to not know. I get angry and frustrated and want to scream and cry because of it but it will never break me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was diagnosed the doctors told us that they were coming so close to a cure that it would probably happen in the "next five or ten years!". Well it's been eight but I'm in no hurry. I could be nice to not constantly check my blood sugar or carry around needles and tiny glass bottles but c'est la vie. Until there is a cure, if in my lifetime, I will live each day as is it the best day of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My parents gave me a card with the Emerson quote on it and it couldn't have been more perfect. Well now I'm off to celebrate my day. I'm getting a massage ;) and probably doing some retail therapy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To a wonderful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-7340569727429756995?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/7340569727429756995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=7340569727429756995' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/7340569727429756995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/7340569727429756995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-164331357679367685</id><published>2008-03-12T23:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:35:06.564-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>To whom it may concern:</title><content type='html'>Dear loyal readers [all 2 of you],&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I haven't updated my life details recently. I got a new job assignment and I can no longer access my email or other fun things online, during business hours, that used to keep me quite entertained throughout the day. They actually expect me to work! The nerve...&lt;br /&gt;When I get home after work and working out and checking my emails, I will try my best to post something exciting that has happened...&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;jules&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-164331357679367685?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/164331357679367685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=164331357679367685' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/164331357679367685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/164331357679367685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='To whom it may concern:'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-6913237130711778958</id><published>2008-03-07T10:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:49:11.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Ciao Adios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R9FjfC_8dII/AAAAAAAAAEo/UIUj1hrPimo/s1600-h/FMNV03P06_13_0949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175026831857579138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="155" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R9FjfC_8dII/AAAAAAAAAEo/UIUj1hrPimo/s200/FMNV03P06_13_0949.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After doing lots of thinking [too much probably] I've decided to change where I'm working. There was a lot of unnecessary drama starting in the office [I'll spare the details...] so I've made up my mind to leave it all behind. The friendly co-workers and I will exchange emails and keep in touch, I'm sure. Drama stresses me out and I don't like to feel stressed out so my job hunt is in the process and I have a few leads but I know I'll land firmly on my feet. I won't settle for anything less than what makes me happy. Being where I'm working now [for the last day today!] has been enjoyable until recently. The people were awesome and I got to learn about something I'd never even thought about before! So it was a great experience, all in all. But alas, the time has come for us to part ways. On to a new adventure! This is definitely what I call living in the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-6913237130711778958?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/6913237130711778958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=6913237130711778958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6913237130711778958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6913237130711778958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/03/goodbye-ciao-adios.html' title='Goodbye Ciao Adios'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R9FjfC_8dII/AAAAAAAAAEo/UIUj1hrPimo/s72-c/FMNV03P06_13_0949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-571991603812302942</id><published>2008-03-03T11:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:18:21.015-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a new earth'/><title type='text'>To Be Continued...</title><content type='html'>So since my last post I've been reading "A New Earth" like it's going out of style. I'm on page 227 and have a new matra.... "this, too, shall pass"... everything. Time is fleeting and all we have to do is enjoy it. Pains arise, happiness comes and goes but it all will "pass". Even though [for now] diabetes is not passing, it is a daily, non-stop, part of who we are, there are many levels in which we can allow diabetes to control this life we live. I accept it into my life. For awhile I fought it, only had malicious thoughts about it, wanting nothing more than to not be a part of it. Then one day, I realized how silly that is. It is a part of me, inherent in my being and I must accept this as a tiny bit of who I am. Maybe it was part of the grieving process and I've finally made it the 12th step or whatever it is that happened, I'm glad it has. I don't mind living with diabetes what I do mind is  when people don't feel like they are able. You are able just probably not willing... yet. You will eventually and you'll learn just as I did that life indeed goes on whether you want it to or not. No one is stopping you from living a completely wonderful life... except you. It takes courage and patience and being able to laugh at yourself. It takes time.&lt;br /&gt;AYUDA has been a major part of this process for me and I honestly don't know where I'd be without them. I've set up a donation page on FirstGiving [with a link to my page if you'll kindly direct your attention to the cute little widget on the side of your screen]. If you feel as passionate as I do about helping other with diabetes please donate... every little bit counts.&lt;br /&gt;And now back to our regularly scheduled programming......&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this morning on the train some more and I came across a paragraph that really made me realize how much I'm not living in the moment. "Your purpose is to sit here and talk to me, because that's where you are and that's what you are doing. Until you get up and do something else. Then, that becomes your purpose"(pg 263). Wow. Yes! I totally get it now. ::deep breath:: "Some changes may look negative on the surface but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge"(pg 274). Diabetes can be looked at as a negative change. But is it really? I think it's the best thing that has happened to me in these past 24 years. It has given me the opportunity to become something greater than myself. It has lead me to Ecuador and the children there and AYUDA and I am so happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becoming more conscious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-571991603812302942?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/571991603812302942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=571991603812302942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/571991603812302942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/571991603812302942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-be-continued.html' title='To Be Continued...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-1010562830117116932</id><published>2008-02-29T12:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:08:02.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AYUDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Shift Consciousness</title><content type='html'>I like to read, as much as I can. Mainly non-fiction. Currently, I'm enraptured by a book a dear friend told me about [no not &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/"&gt;Oprah&lt;/a&gt;, even though we are total BFFs] called &lt;em&gt;A New Earth &lt;/em&gt;by Eckhart Tolle. It's wonderful and slaps me in the face every other sentence. ...*bam* &lt;em&gt;ouch! Ok I needed that&lt;/em&gt;... I'm one of those people who &lt;u&gt;underlines things as I read&lt;/u&gt;, there is probably not a page that doesn't have atleast one sentence underlined... unless I didn't have a pen or pencil handy...&lt;br /&gt;In many parts of the book I see myself, thoughts, friends, relationships and diabetes. Not just diabetes as a condition [as I think of it to be] but as I've heard others talk about it... an illness... that people suffer from. I do not suffer from anything and neither should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"An illness can either strengthen or weaken the ego. If you complain, feel self-pity or resent being ill, your ego becomes stronger. 'I am a sufferer of such and such disease' Ah, so now we know who you are". (pg. 124)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I've written before, I do not suffer from diabetes and it is not who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eckhart made clear the notion with this part of the book. Everyone with diabetes [or any chronic illness for that matter] should read this book. Let it speak to you and show you how to rearrange your mentality. &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/"&gt;AYUDA&lt;/a&gt; has also helped me realize this and how we teach the kids to manage diabetes. You only suffer if you think you're suffering. It's a horrible cycle of thought and misguided teaching from misinformed individuals. It's time for a revolution. It's time for an enlightenment! Be at peace with yourself, your whole self - diabetes included. Relax. Enjoy this time you have. Take each day as a new day. [&lt;em&gt;cue &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Michael%20Buble%20Lyrics/Feeling%20Good%20Lyrics.html"&gt;Michael Buble &lt;/a&gt;as background music "it's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me and i'm feeling good"&lt;/em&gt;.] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"No &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; ever had anything to do with who they are"(pg.43). Can I get an AMEN. Diabetes is not who we are. It is diabetes. It is a malfunctioning pancreas. And as they say, I am not the sum of my parts... broken as they may be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I must remember to breathe. Take a deep breath. Everyday is a different that comes with new catalysts, stresses, highs and lows and we must throw diabetes into the mix because we don't already have enough to do right?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-------i'll have to come back to this post--------i got distracted by other things that needed my attention apparently so i'll have something more poignant to say later on possilby-----stay tuned.----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-1010562830117116932?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/1010562830117116932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=1010562830117116932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1010562830117116932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1010562830117116932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/02/shift-consciousness.html' title='Shift Consciousness'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-1720365051094411634</id><published>2008-02-26T12:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:20:33.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A1c'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>High, Hi, Hello</title><content type='html'>I've had a crappy week. From start to finish, last week just sucked. To push me over though on Saturday I got my bloodwork results back. I seriously thought my A1c would have dropped or possibly stayed the same from when the last time I got it done... but no. It went up... a whole percent! UGH! I feel like I've failed myself, I try so hard and then *bam* not good enough. Will it ever be good enough? How much harder do I need to push myself? All Saturday I beat myself in the head about it and was super depressed. Then, later on, I talked with some dia-buddies in Ecuador and they gave me some good advice... so I've calmed down a little... not much... I'm still mad. Ah! RELAX!!!! ok ok....&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be mad and that's just how things go but for the first time in nearly eight years I began to worry about future complications. All the &lt;em&gt;maybe's&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;what if's&lt;/em&gt; tore through my brain. How could I have let myself slip like this?? This is what I want to do with my life, how can I teach people how to care for themselves if I can't even care for me!? Is my insulin old? [no] Do I eat too much junk? [no] Why can't I get this?&lt;br /&gt;Then, I took a deep breath and shut off my brain.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I decided I need to make some changes. I need to continue with my exercise because it makes me feel good. I need to cut some of the crap out of my diet [for now] until I can get my A1c down. I need to find that stupid cable that's in a box somewhere in the garage so I can upload my meter. My numbers were great that day too... probably cuz I was checking like a maniac and went to the gym for almost two hours...&lt;br /&gt;I go back to Dr. J in May hopefully with better news...&lt;br /&gt;::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-1720365051094411634?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/1720365051094411634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=1720365051094411634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1720365051094411634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1720365051094411634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/02/high-hi-hello.html' title='High, Hi, Hello'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-2355960193909287223</id><published>2008-02-15T17:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:41:44.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>One of those days....</title><content type='html'>Two posts in one day....&lt;br /&gt;It has just been one of those days where all I can do is laugh at myself. I'm laughing at myself a lot right now, possibly also because I'm low. But let's start at the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I was busy checking and writing emails to all those important people that I must contact. Well, I took a quick break and stretch and open my eyes real wide an ::plop:: my left contact falls out. I didn't have any drops with me so I asked co-workers if they had any. One did and offered them to me. Just plain ol' allergy eye drops nothing fancy not prescribed, just regular OTC drops. And I've done that before... used regular drops instead of the ones 'for contacts'... well I'll never do that again. After putting my contact back into my eye it was time for lunch. So I trotted on over to Union Station for some delicious mushroom soup and a croissant from Au Bon Pain. As I was eating though I noticed that my eye felt a little strange, like my contact had fallen out again so I went to buy some contact drops and went back to the office. Got back to the office, went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror and holy crap batman! My left eye was dialated to were there was only a sliver of green left. The right one was perfectly normal. Creepy looking to say the least. AND it freaked me out. Then I went to one of my co-workers leaned over her desk and asked "Do you think this is normal?" Of course she said no, then suggested I go see an optometrist. There's one in Union Station so I went back, blocking my left eye from sun and spectators. For $50, the doc told me that I has basically poured the equivalent of an entire bottle of eye dialating solution into my eye because the contact absorbed the chemicals in the drops (of which there is a small amount of the same stuff used to dialate eyes apparently...) Well now my left eye is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; dialated [I took a pictures, I'll post it later so yall can see the creepiness of it] and could possibly be so until tomorrow possilby Sunday... and it might go without saying but I also had to throw out my contact and can only see out of my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;Now that yall know slightly how I feel right now... About 30 minutes ago I started feeling low so I checked... 72... decent... but I felt like I was dropping so I went to the fridge to get a little sprite. Took the can and came back to my desk. Just sitting here typing away, reading other blogs, getting a little shaky, taking more sips... &lt;em&gt;man why is this not working I must really be dropping!&lt;/em&gt;  So I nearly finish more than half the can when I pick it up again to take another sip... 0 Carbs 0 Sugar... DAMNIT it's Sprite Zero..... if I had two properly functioning eyes I bet I'd have noticed that sooner....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I go back to the fridge and pour myself a glass of regular sugarfull sprite... this better work I can't take any more bubbles!!&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is beware of eye drops that aren't for made contacts and Sprite Zero when you're low.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-2355960193909287223?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/2355960193909287223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=2355960193909287223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2355960193909287223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2355960193909287223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days....'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-6262405575859329002</id><published>2008-02-15T10:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:11:35.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AYUDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Five Questions</title><content type='html'>So I was reading a blog by fellow diabetes blogger/&lt;a href="http://www.diabeticrockstar.com/"&gt;rockstar&lt;/a&gt; Christopher Thomas. He asked five questions and the answers were very intriguing making me want to answer them too. How does the saying go? Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies... well I promise these are 100% honest answers. I hope you do the same. I'm really interested to hear from yall... or you, the one person that reads my blog :p&lt;br /&gt;The five questions are:&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest accomplishment? biggest regret? what did you grow up dreaming to be? what's one thing you have wanted to do, but haven't? why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My biggest accomplishment&lt;/em&gt; - accepting myself as I am. Perfectly flawed. It took me a few years to accept diabetes and openly talk about it. Look at me now! haha I have &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/"&gt;AYUDA&lt;/a&gt; to thank for that. Who would have thought I'd have an "ah-ha" moment on an old bus driving through the mountains of Ecuador? But I did and am forever grateful. Being a diabetes camp counselor has changed my perspective on diabetes, it's less of a struggle, it's no longer a battle, it's balance and design and imperfections and highly unreliable. That's just the way things are and I accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My biggest regret&lt;/em&gt; - I don't have one. I regret nothing. Somethings probably would have sucked less if I had taken someones advice on whatever topic I screwed up but c'est la vie. I have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Childhood dream&lt;/em&gt; - I always thought I could do every job better than the person doing it -- bus driver, dance teacher, vet, scientist, architect, therapist, super hero... I don't remember wanting to be one thing in particular... maybe that why it took me so long to figure it out! But hey, at least it did right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to do but haven't&lt;/em&gt; - Travel the world. "I want the world, I want the whole world". I have an adventurous spirit and just let things go with the flow. Took me awhile to adjust to that, but I have and I like it. I love going to new places [even if it's not abroad] and discovering the ways people live there, how they interact with eachother, slang, dances... just life! I'll keep you posted on to where I'll be going next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not &lt;/em&gt;- It's a stupid reason and everyone says it. Money. I have time. I just don't have enough money. I don't want to live in debt to anyone so I'm trying to save as much as possible so I am able to do the things I want to later. My issue is though, what if "later" never comes and I wake up one day and realize I've never done that one thing I've always wanted to do?! That scares me and I'm trying my hardest not to let that happen. I live with dreams in my heart and an open-mind, waiting to see where the road will take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/100/100134j3btwlqnzq.gif" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/569/569810br9grhzziw.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/570/570002u2l29a0gv8.png" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 102px" height="150" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/205/205425opf9w3631c.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="90" src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/703/703826bk3ph3khrn.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/569/569865mjv1rh4m9v.png" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="_blank"&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-6262405575859329002?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/6262405575859329002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=6262405575859329002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6262405575859329002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6262405575859329002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/02/five-questions.html' title='Five Questions'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-5249494907876151202</id><published>2008-02-12T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T13:10:25.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Blah!</title><content type='html'>Ugh! I am in a bad mood!! So I thought maybe my blood sugar was high because I'm feeling pretty bitchy right now... check... nope... 100. Hmm... guess I can't ALWAYS blame everything on diabetes...&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Maybe I will anyway..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-5249494907876151202?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/5249494907876151202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=5249494907876151202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5249494907876151202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/5249494907876151202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/02/blah.html' title='Blah!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-6541771667794030175</id><published>2008-02-07T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:46:54.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appointments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endocrinologist'/><title type='text'>Bloodless</title><content type='html'>My veins have been sucked dry! Ok... maybe I'm over-exaggerating... juuust a little... I must admit the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phlebotomist"&gt;phlebotomist&lt;/a&gt; was excellent but I worried her a little because before she wrapped the blue elastic band around my arm I told her I get light-headed after a massive blood-letting and asked if they had juice handy just incase... she said no and told me I should go to the cafeteria, around the corner just passed the blue sign, before she draws the blood because she doesn't want me to pass out. But since I live on the wild side I told her no and just to go ahead on with it already so I could get outta the hospital. One little poke, I barely felt it, and the blood started flowing... 1..... 2...... &lt;em&gt;wow you're taking a lot of blood today huh&lt;/em&gt;... no reply.... 3............... 4................. after that she needed me to pee in those impossibly small pee cups. Oh the joys of going to the endo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of... this was my first time going to this endo and I think she'll do. Very nice and her assistant doctor lady was also very nice and put up with me during the "history" session of the appointment and also the Q&amp;amp;A about why I don't want a pump, pens or an Omnipod. The office was also pretty timely. I could have done without the receptionist. My appointment was for 10 and I saw the doc around 1030... I've been to much worse. Dr. J also gave me a pop quiz because she doubts my mad carb counting skillz and I passed with flying colors... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. J: &lt;em&gt;so if you're at 150 and you're about to eat 45g of carbs how much insulin do you take?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: [oh give me something harder!] &lt;em&gt;well... I'd correct with 1 then do 3 for the carbs so I would take 4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Ding ding ding!!! bells and whistles blaring, the trumpet sounds, woohooo I won, I won!! Yay! what's my prize?? You get to continue having diabetes!!... Oh..... fine.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked a little bit and she advised me to get software to download my meter onto my computer... nifty idea, I think I shall... she also wants me to get my A1c lower and I oblige, it could be lower. It's a goal. We casually make a date to see eachother again in May. That would be nice. Then I offered myself up for scarifice in the Quest lab downstairs since I hadn't eaten breakfast yet and I was at a satisfying 134... thus began the massive blood loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164371428862695186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R6uIc9mJlxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Tfu9QcDxkBI/s400/vampire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-6541771667794030175?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/6541771667794030175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=6541771667794030175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6541771667794030175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6541771667794030175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/02/bloodless.html' title='Bloodless'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R6uIc9mJlxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Tfu9QcDxkBI/s72-c/vampire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-673050348841341008</id><published>2008-02-06T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:38:17.032-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AYUDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>[in-spuh-rey-shun]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R6oT9tmJltI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tL_oUhFqa2s/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163961873666250450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R6oT9tmJltI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tL_oUhFqa2s/s200/Heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was chatting with a wonderful dia-buddy of mine who lives in California having a quick little bitch session about diabetes. Which, I think, is a very healthy way to get out some daily frustrations that people without diabetes wouldn't understand... even if they did they wouldn't really &lt;em&gt;get it&lt;/em&gt; like someone with diabetes. I love bitch sessions. Rant, rant, rant filled with laughter and moments of &lt;em&gt;oh my goodness I totally know what you're talking about!!! &lt;/em&gt;We know exactly how the other feels when everything seems to just not be working... then throwing diabetes into the mix is enough to make anyone feel insane and worn down and exhausted and like they can't go on another day! But yet, you do. You take a deep breath... or 87... say everything will be alright and you wake up to another day. Highs and lows and in betweens. I think I'd feel insane even without diabetes, my brain is always set to &lt;em&gt;multi-task mode&lt;/em&gt;. People with diabetes must be multi-taskers, I've realized. While exchanging rants through Facebook she told me something that made me stop and wonder. &lt;em&gt;"I'm glad there are people like you that understand these fun times. I've always admired your unwavering positive attitude toward dealing with diabetes' challenges. It's inspiring."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That makes tears well up in my heart. I'm glad to be an &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/inspiration"&gt;inspiration&lt;/a&gt; to someone, even still, I think it's a pretty strong word and pretty large shoes to fill. People I find inspiring are the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dalai_lama"&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother_Teresa"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_farmer"&gt;Paul Farmer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/team/BoardofDirectors.php"&gt;Jesse Fuchs-Simon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/team/BoardofDirectors.php"&gt;Nick Cuttriss&lt;/a&gt;, not me. The only thing I'm doing is living my life, with diabetes. I don't know any other way to be about diabetes than positive... sure beats the opposite. I can't imagine living my day to day cursing to whoever people pray to that my life sucks and I wish I never &lt;em&gt;got&lt;/em&gt; diabetes. How difficult that must be, to be constantly worried about &lt;a href="http://diabetes.niddk.nih.gov/complications/index.htm"&gt;complications&lt;/a&gt; and in fear of the future. Just live for today, worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. Take care of yourself now and complications will be minimal... it's just a part of growing old anyway... diabetes or not. I'm more worried about something &lt;a href="http://www.wmata.com/"&gt;killing&lt;/a&gt; me on my way to work rather than diabetes complications in 20 years. Maybe people haven't found the kind of &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/"&gt;support&lt;/a&gt; that I have. I'm so lucky to have found them too. They are &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; inspiration. My reason for &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/volunteer/documents/Volunteer%20Experience/JulieBurke.htm"&gt;accepting&lt;/a&gt; myself. My reason for breathing more slowly and taking life as it comes. I'd be lost without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, my dia-buddies, are my inspiration. But when you feel like you can no longer face another diabetes-filled day, I'm here for you to tell you you can. We all can. &lt;em&gt;Si se puede!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R6oUc9mJluI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OSNhX9v6xqM/s1600-h/heart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163962410537162466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R6oUc9mJluI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OSNhX9v6xqM/s200/heart1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163963286710490866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R6oVP9mJlvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/IPS1uhitG08/s200/heart2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To a happy, healthy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your number one diabetes rant?? Want to start a bitch session... be my guest! I love them!! ;) Comment away!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-673050348841341008?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/673050348841341008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=673050348841341008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/673050348841341008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/673050348841341008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-spuh-rey-shun.html' title='[in-spuh-rey-shun]'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R6oT9tmJltI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tL_oUhFqa2s/s72-c/Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-1735376086942055789</id><published>2008-02-04T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:51:14.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Erratica</title><content type='html'>This morning I read my horoscope like I usually do every morning... not like I think they are true or I plan my day according to what they say but sometimes they have strickingly accurate "readings". For today this is my horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It may be hard for you to think straight today, dear Leo. More than likely, your brain is acting out in short, erratic bursts that keep you guessing as to which way to proceed. Avoid mental confusion by taking periodic checks during the day in which you come to center and separate yourself and your feelings from the situation and drama around you. Don't pretend you understand something if you don't. If something doesn't make sense, question it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This could be true for countless people today, not just all those Leo's out there. But it hit home for me. I feel erratic and confused and sucked into daily dramas I despise. I've also been sick since Thursday-ish so maybe that leads me too feel these things... How can one person produce so much snot?!... sorry bad mental picture. I, like most normal people, hate being sick. But this is the second time I've been sick since November. My immune system still isn't used to the cold I suppose. My numbers had been great until yesterday - I was in the 200s all freaking day and even this morning. I checked about an hour ago and was down to 154. Could it be the meds I took? I took a shot and a half of Nyquil before dozing off around 11pm, other meds have been in pill form [other than my insulin obviously] but I'm wondering if OTC meds have anything to do with the highs I had all day... I didn't eat much for lack of appetite and I even pushed myself to workout but after about 15 minutes on the elliptical I gave in because I was really short of breath on the lowest level. I rested and went another 15 minutes on the bike which was easier but still my breathing was restricted. Hopefully my cold will pass soon and I can get back in the gym. I've been a little obsessive lately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have an endo appointment on Thursday with a new endo. I found one closer to where I live but I pretty much hated her. There's a long waitlist [called in December] for Dr. J so we'll see how she works out. I'm not the best diabetes patient and have little patience for incompetent docs like my first endo out here... she got canned 2 minutes after I "stepped into her office". I have a right to be picky. I don't settle for just ok. She will be tested and I hope she's up for the challenge that is me! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This has been a random, thought-scattered blog brought to you by yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-1735376086942055789?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/1735376086942055789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=1735376086942055789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1735376086942055789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1735376086942055789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/02/erratica.html' title='Erratica'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-6097927414404274634</id><published>2008-01-28T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:24:33.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Cause for Celebration?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R544mtmJlrI/AAAAAAAAADo/kz0vJhSFPvI/s1600-h/fourth-of-july-celebration-with-fireworks-exploding-over-the-lincoln-~-73070251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160624460738959026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R544mtmJlrI/AAAAAAAAADo/kz0vJhSFPvI/s200/fourth-of-july-celebration-with-fireworks-exploding-over-the-lincoln-~-73070251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's still almost 2 months from now but it's just something that I was thinking about... 15 March 2008 will mark 8 years of living with diabetes. 2920 days. 12000 tests or so. Countless injections. Tears. Laughter. A lot has happened in 8 years, I've graduated high school and college, found AYUDA, went to ecuador, moved... a lot, and just had the ups and downs of daily life. Things keep happening even though at times you wished they would just stop. You force yourself to stand even though you're not sure if your knees are strong enough to hold the weight of your body, still you stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just wondering if anyone else 'celebrates' their anniversary. I've always done something small... usually with my mom but I've been thinking of doing something bigger... like taking a trip... trying to take time off and get away for the weekend, maybe alone, maybe with friends... I don't know. Do you do anything special to commemorate this crazy life-changing day?! If not, why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-6097927414404274634?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/6097927414404274634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=6097927414404274634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6097927414404274634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6097927414404274634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/01/cause-for-celebration.html' title='Cause for Celebration?'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R544mtmJlrI/AAAAAAAAADo/kz0vJhSFPvI/s72-c/fourth-of-july-celebration-with-fireworks-exploding-over-the-lincoln-~-73070251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-583478313316358094</id><published>2008-01-24T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T12:37:06.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Finding My Way</title><content type='html'>I read this at a time when I really needed it and I hope it might open your eyes and see things the way the are; not as they necessarily should be.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;A time comes in your life when you finally get it... When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out - ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on. And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes and tear stained cheeks you begin to look at the world through new eyes. This is your awakening. You realize that it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that he is not Prince Charming and you are not Cinderella and that in the real world there aren't always fairy tale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with you and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance. You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are... and that's OK. (They are entitled to their own views and opinions.) And you learn the importance of loving and championing yourself and in the process a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval. You stop complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to you (or didn't do for you) and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected. You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and that it's not always about you. So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself and in the process a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance. You stop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties and in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness. You realize that much of the way you view yourself, and the world around you, is as a result of all the messages and opinions that have been ingrained into your psyche. And you begin to sift through all the crap you've been fed about how you should behave, how you should look and how much you should weigh what you should wear and where you should shop and what you should drive how and where you should live and what you should do for a living, who you should sleep with, who you should marry and what you should expect of a marriage, the importance of having and raising children or what you owe your parents. You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you begin reassessing and redefining who you are, what you really stand for. You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you've outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with and in the process you learn to go with your instincts. You learn that it is truly in giving that we receive. And that there is power and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer" looking for your next fix. You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a bygone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life. You learn that you don't know everything, it's not your job to save the world and that you can't teach a pig to sing. You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake. Then you learn about love. Romantic love and familial love. How to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving, and when to walk away. You learn not to project your needs or your feelings onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable or important because of the man on your arm or the child that bears your name. You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn that just as people grow and change so it is with love.... and you learn that you don't have the right to demand love on your terms... just to make you happy. And, you learn that alone does not mean lonely... You look in the mirror and come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 2 or a perfect 10 and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head and agonizing over how you "stack up". You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK.... and that it is your right to want things and to ask for the things that you want...and that sometimes it is necessary to make demands. You come to the realization that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity and respect and you won't settle for less. And, you allow only the hands of a lover who cherishes you to glorify you with his touch... and in the process you internalize the meaning of self-respect. And you learn that your body really is your temple. And you begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and taking more time to exercise. You learn that fatigue diminishes the spirit and can create doubt and fear. So you take more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play. You learn, that for the most part, in life you get what you believe you deserve... and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy. You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different from working toward making it happen. More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also learn that no one can do it all alone and that it's OK to risk asking for help. You learn that the only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time... FEAR itself. You learn to step right into and through your fears because you know that whatever happens you can handle it and to give in to fear is to give away the right to live life on your terms. And you learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. You learn that life isn't always fair, you don't always get what you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people. On these occasions you learn not to personalize things. You learn that God isn't punishing you or failing to answer your prayers. It's just life happening. And you learn to deal with evil in its most primal state - the ego. You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you. You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls. You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about: a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower. Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never ever settle for less than your heart's desire. You hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind. And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility. Finally, with courage in your heart and with God by your side you take a stand, you take a deep breath and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect, I'm not trying to be. I'm just trying to be a better version of me, to make myself happy, not anyone else. For me, it's easy to make other people happy, to put them before me, to make things easier for someone else. Slowly, I am learning to do things for myself. Take working out for example. I'm not going to the gym 6 or 7 times a week for someone else... to get my body in shape so some guy might think I look good... I do it for myself so I think I look good. Over time I've learned the importance of caring for others but have left myself in the shadows, for once, I want to be the one in the sun. Don't I deserve that? Haven't I been through enough in my life? I think so. The things I want and the things I need are not necessarily the same. I don't need anyone to make me happy but I do want certain people in my life who make me feel that way. It's a consious decision, don't take it for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-583478313316358094?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/583478313316358094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=583478313316358094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/583478313316358094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/583478313316358094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/01/finding-my-way.html' title='Finding My Way'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-2806159823483357332</id><published>2008-01-16T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:49:30.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AYUDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Help AYUDA Win!!</title><content type='html'>So I talk a lot about &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/"&gt;AYUDA&lt;/a&gt; so you most likely know a little bit about the organization.... ooor maybe not.... AYUDA is an amazing non-profit [citizen-sector] organization that helps children with type 1 diabetes lead healthier, happier lives. AYUDA holds a summer camp [Campo Amigo] for children with type 1 throughout the developing world. Our first camp was in Ecuador and we have continued having Campo Amigo for over 10 years in Ecuador. There are now programs in places like Bolivia, Bermuda, Croatia, Mexico and Belize.... I have been a volunteer at Campo Amigo Ecuador for the last three summers. AYUDA is a small but growing non-profit, always in search of help. Which leads me to my point - &lt;a href="http://www.parade.com/"&gt;Parade Magazine &lt;/a&gt;is having a contest in which AYUDA could win $50,000!!! All you have to do is donate a little bit yourself. The organization with the most donors [not the greatest donations] wins. Below I have posted the link and I hope you are able to donate, if not pass on the word!! The contest ends at the end of this month [january] so spread the word fast!! To learn more about AYUDA please visit the ever-changing &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. To donate and help AYUDA win $50,000 please click on the link below or on the cute little widget on the left side of your screen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://givingchallenge.globalgiving.com/dy/registry/ag.html?cmd=sharefund&amp;amp;regid=1110"&gt;http://givingchallenge.globalgiving.com/dy/registry/ag.html?cmd=sharefund&amp;amp;regid=1110&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for supporting!!!&lt;br /&gt;Much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://givingchallenge.globalgiving.com/dy/registry/ag.html?cmd=sharefund&amp;amp;regid=1110"&gt;http://givingchallenge.globalgiving.com/dy/registry/ag.html?cmd=sharefund&amp;amp;regid=1110&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-2806159823483357332?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/2806159823483357332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=2806159823483357332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2806159823483357332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2806159823483357332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/01/help-ayuda-win.html' title='Help AYUDA Win!!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-2037142231334796466</id><published>2008-01-15T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:18:21.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='type 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='type 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>There is a difference!</title><content type='html'>UGH!! [[I need to rant. Caution: run-on sentences and grammatical errors ahead. You have been warned.]]&lt;br /&gt;Life with diabetes can definitely be frustrating. Something that frustrates me even more is that people have no idea what the heck &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type_1_diabetes"&gt;type 1&lt;/a&gt; is vs. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type_2_diabetes"&gt;type 2&lt;/a&gt;. I'm sitting here reading a book... which I will not reveal... and it keeps mentioning how horrible diabetes is and how it can be preventable and how it is associated with obesity and not once in any of those above statements does it say that he is talking about type 2. Come on people, seriously. Maybe it only bothers me because I'm type 1... but still there is a difference. Type 1 is crappy and type 2 is sucks, too... older, set in your ways, blah blah poor fat you. Yes, it is preventable [for the most part]. Yes, it is associated with obesity. BUT HELLO! Type 1 is not, which is unfortunately labeled by the same nomenclature... diabetes. ::sigh:: I want to re-name type 1. I don't want to be grouped into the same category as type 2 anymore. Any suggestions? Yes, I was diagnosed at 16 and not at 6 but that does not make me type 2. But yet I still have diabetes. Great example of people's misguidedness of diabetes... I was sitting on a plane waiting for 30 minutes to take off when I decided to eat my lunch. I test my blood sugar and begin eating. When I finish eating I take my shot. The guy next to me turns to me and says "So, how long have you been type 2?" No lie. So I say to him, "actually... I'm type 1." He shuts up. I guess he actually knew the difference, which is rare. Just because I am in my 20s does not mean I no longer have type 1. I still have type 1. I will not magically rid myself of diabetes nor will I turn into a type 2 because I got older.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've written this post before. Maybe I've just thought about it for so long it seems like I should have already.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my point... Ok... I don't think people other than people with diabetes care that there are more than one kind or that one is associated with the haunting image of obesity running rampant through America and the other is genetic [according to popular belief] and unavoidable... for this I highly doubt anyone will care enough to change the name. I'm fine with being type 1. That's just dandy. Then type 2 should be type 2. Things need to be labeled properly. X's with X's and O's with O's. I'm an X, thank you. There is a difference. I don't want to be lumped into the same category as someone with type 2. I eat well, exercise daily and did not allow my pancreas the opportunity to stop functioning properly when I was 16 by stuffing my face full of fat... it just did it all by itself. I have even read articles posted by the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.diabetes.org"&gt;ADA&lt;/a&gt; not mentioning which type they were talking about... and it was usually type 2. While I do understand where the confusion comes from... there is a difference. And the ADA of all things. Come on!!! Seriously!? This is why so many people are confused and cram them into the same disease. They are not the same disease, they work in different ways, they have different catalysts. I'm not going to go on and on and explain what the difference is, I just don't feel like doing that right now... maybe some other post. Go read &lt;em&gt;Diabetes for Dummies&lt;/em&gt; if you're that curious. It bothers me. Maybe it shouldn't. Maybe I'm being trivial. But it bothers me nonetheless. There is a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the majority.&lt;br /&gt;j&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-2037142231334796466?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/2037142231334796466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=2037142231334796466' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2037142231334796466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2037142231334796466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-is-difference.html' title='There is a difference!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-1585908959706172870</id><published>2008-01-03T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:29:26.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Resolve</title><content type='html'>This blog doesn't have much ado about diabetes... but anywho... here it is.&lt;br /&gt;It is, yet again, another new year... and I have welcomed it appropriately. Time seems to have escaped me in 2007. Where did it all go? What did I do? Geez. Where am I? What am I doing in this crazy place? But more importantly... what have I learned?&lt;br /&gt;What I have learned, or come to realize, in 2007:&lt;br /&gt;* I am full of questions and few answers but that's the way uh- huh uh-huh I like it. I'd rather be more inquisitive than less than lackluster. I like learning generally. More specifically, I enjoy understanding. However, I've come to know that not everything is meant to be understood. Just take it for what it is and live with it. Somethings are incapable of change as are many people.&lt;br /&gt;* No matter how much you beg the universe you cannot make someone love you. You can only hope he/she realizes your sheer awesomeness and then accept the decisions made by those involved.&lt;br /&gt;* I am southern. I do not have an east coast mentality, personality... insert any other words that end in -ality.&lt;br /&gt;* I enjoy living in new places.&lt;br /&gt;*Somethings in life are free but still should not be given away freely.&lt;br /&gt;* I don't want much but apparently it is still too much to ask for.&lt;br /&gt;* I will always have diabetes - as long as there is a president in office who is opposed to the funding of and research of stem cells.&lt;br /&gt;* Politics are important.&lt;br /&gt;* I will always have diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;* Only the strong survive, survival is an aquired knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;* My mind will run rampant if I let it.&lt;br /&gt;[there may be more but so far... that's all I can come up with]&lt;br /&gt;As this time is a time to make resolutions and swear to the high heavens that we will in fact change that thing about ourselves that we've been meaning to change for the last 8 new years... I resolve to enjoy the journey and accept whatever comes to me. I am no stranger to change and take my days in the manner of which I am acustom to... I'm rather laid-back to say the least. Unless you harm someone/thing that I deeply care for. That's another topic though probably for another time.&lt;br /&gt;I will not make any resolutions to lose weight, save more money, be nicer to... anyone, be more social or whatever other things people tell themselves. I will not because it is something that I constantly need to work on. Saying that now that it is the year 2008, will make no difference to my personal progress to wear a different size pant.&lt;br /&gt;I have written before on change and it is a never ending cycle if you allow it. You should allow it. I have learned more about myself, relationships, friendships, cultures and life due to the changes that have either come willingly or were forced upon me. As they say... change is good. I'm ready for more.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2008. Enjoy the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-1585908959706172870?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/1585908959706172870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=1585908959706172870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1585908959706172870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1585908959706172870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolve.html' title='Resolve'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-3320026581374646613</id><published>2007-12-21T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:10:36.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diagnosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AYUDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>From the Beginning</title><content type='html'>I started this post a few months ago but let it slip to the back of my mind... so here it is... my story... [of the condensed-milk variety]&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when the word &lt;em&gt;diabetes&lt;/em&gt; couldn't leave my mouth without tears streaming down my face. To say "I have diabetes" was the most difficult sentence to speak, to think, to acknowledge. So, I rarely did. The people who knew were the ones I didn't have to tell - they just knew because they're my family, friends or teachers that needed to know why I missed school for three days.&lt;br /&gt;It was the 14 March 2000. For a few weeks I just felt off balance. My weight had dropped drastically and I wasn't very much of anything to start with, I was incessantly thirsty, going to the bathroom, tired, moody. I finally told my mom how I felt and made an appointment to see my doctor the next day. On the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ides_of_March"&gt;Ides of March&lt;/a&gt; I walked into the doctor's office with my sister Kelly by my side. The symptoms were obvious to him, did a few quick tests and he came back in the room and said "you have diabetes". Simple. I had no idea what that meant but it didn't sound good. We called my mom and told her what the doctor said and that we need to go to Children's Hospital immediately and that I might be there for a few days. My sister and I left the office and went home to pack a few things for me and we waited for our parents. I don't remember speaking the whole way home or to the hospital. All I could do was sit there with this lump in my throat - the tears being pushed down inside.&lt;br /&gt;When my parents got home we got in the car and headed out to New Orleans where I would spend the next 3 days in a drafty gown and hospital bed learning about diabetes and all the complications that could arise in the future and the basics of caring for myself. I don't remember speaking for those days, I just felt numb and scared and alone, but very well-hydrated for the first time in a long time. Laying in my hospital bed with an IV in my hand I was forced to see the world with new eyes. Why me? I thought. Why now? What did I do for this to happen to me? It wasn't for many years later that I learned the answers to those questions.&lt;br /&gt;When I was allowed to go home I felt lost. Life turned upside down. I remember sitting at the computer chatting online with friends when suddenly I thought I was going to pass out. I was shaking and felt wobbly as I tried to walk to get my meter to test. I was low. I hated that feeling, I hated this, when will it stop? I got a juice and went back to the computer and sat in the chair and cried. As time passed, I got used to the routine of life with diabetes. The checking and re-checking, the injections, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; counting, the crying... Years rolled on and I was in my final semester at &lt;a href="http://www.loyno.edu/"&gt;Loyola&lt;/a&gt; when my mom called me and said I should stop by her office for lunch. It was almost my 'anniversary' and we always spend it together. She showed me an email she received from &lt;a href="http://www.childrenwithdiabetes.com/index_cwd.htm"&gt;Children with Diabetes &lt;/a&gt;and a link to an organization called &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AYUDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. 'This organization does diabetes summer camps in South America' she told me. My ears instantly perked up at the words &lt;em&gt;South America&lt;/em&gt;. I'd been studying Spanish as a minor and love to travel. My mom didn't mind because it was diabetes-related and she knew there would be people to watch over me [I suppose]. So I applied that day and was accepted as a volunteer a few days later. As soon as I got notice of my acceptance I started writing fundraising letters to everyone I knew. I vividly remember telling one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pshyc&lt;/span&gt; professors after class about the journey I was going to take. She asked why I wanted to do something like this and that lump suddenly appeared out of nowhere and I began to cry. I couldn't hold the tears down. Sniffling I said, "I have diabetes".&lt;br /&gt;When it finally came time for me to go to Ecuador I was ecstatic. More so for traveling than being around a bunch of other kids with diabetes. But that soon changed. I'd never met anyone with diabetes and to be surrounded by so many others was truly a life changing moment. I still like to look around the room [or wherever we are, bus, plane, office, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fogata&lt;/span&gt;] and count how many of us there are. I learned so much about myself during my first time in Ecuador with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AYUDA&lt;/span&gt;. I learned that I had not accepted my life with diabetes, I was suppressing my emotions and I had no reason to feel alone. I met so many people to share stories with and we all helped each other through difficult moments. But mostly I just sat back in awe in the manner in which they took care of themselves and were so free and ::gasp:: testing in public!&lt;br /&gt;This was a whole new world I entered into. Where I could help as much as I could learn and I knew I had to continue being apart of this amazing group of people. Since I've come back from that beautiful country I have not once cried because "I have diabetes" I am now proud to say that I have gained strength and a new outlook on the world that I would have never otherwise seen or felt. I don't know where I would be right now if it weren't for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AYUDA, the other volunteers &lt;/span&gt;and those glorious children in Ecuador but [I like to think as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ketut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Liyer&lt;/span&gt; told &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/eatpraylove.htm"&gt;Liz Gilbert&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;em&gt;you were never not coming here, you were always coming here.&lt;/em&gt; It is destiny, set in my path to be a part of, I am here for this reason.&lt;br /&gt;I have diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always gracious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-3320026581374646613?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/3320026581374646613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=3320026581374646613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3320026581374646613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3320026581374646613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/08/from-beginning.html' title='From the Beginning'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-935982173203985670</id><published>2007-12-16T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:40:02.941-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Land!!</title><content type='html'>The cruise is over and I'm finally back on dry land... although I still feel as though I'm on board swinging and swaying with the waves.  This vacation has taught me a few things.... 1. don't go on a cruise for 5 days 2. cruises are way over-rated 3. Playa del Carmen, Mexico is one of the most beautiful beaches I've ever been to [Calica is not an actual town]. 4. anything is possible with diabetes... well I already knew that I just like to reiterate it... often. 5. bring your own alcohol. 6. internet costs 24$ an hour and room maintenance is not included.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time with my friends. We get along well until, apparently, we're stuck with each other with nowhere to go. At times I think one of us would have thrown another overboard but we all managed to get off the boat in the proper manner without too many claw marks.  But  lesson learned I suppose.  No more cruises for us. Next time we'll fly to a beach.&lt;br /&gt;In diabetes news though, he behaved quiet surprisingly well. I had a few lows but there is enough sugar on that boat to save an entire village of people with diabetes, simultaneously having a hypoglycemic episode,  at any given moment. That is to say, the food was delicious... well dinner was anyway. Such succulence! Such culinary delight! I had steak just about every night. My pre-cruise body needless to say lasted about a day. C'est la vie.... it was worth it. I tried to stay away from dessert as much as possible... not for diabetes sake but for the sake of my stomach showing in a bikini the next day. Carbs were a little difficult to calculate but that was easy enough to fix and I was back to my daily jaunts.&lt;br /&gt;Great dancing. Great destinations. Great food. But I'd rather be on land. Glorious land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-935982173203985670?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/935982173203985670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=935982173203985670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/935982173203985670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/935982173203985670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/12/land.html' title='Land!!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-7080441591521977585</id><published>2007-12-06T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T12:43:34.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Say it aint snow</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I live here. It snows here... a lot. It's cold and wet and my Southern blood is not yet ready to do battle with the icy winds of the DC Metropolitan Region. However! There is light at the end of the tunnel... well... for a week at least. I'm packing up and heading out to Tampa tomorrow where I will then board the Carnival Cruise Fun Ship on Saturday to go to such glorious [and warm] sounding locales as the Grand Caymans and Calica, Mexico. This is my first cruising experience and I have some worries... Titanic-esque and diabetes-esque.&lt;br /&gt;This will not be your average, everyday, run-of-the-mill cruise though - because I can do nothing average [unless it's the GRE]. This cruise will be a &lt;a href="http://www.allstarsalsacruise.com/"&gt;salsa cruise&lt;/a&gt;. That's right people... salsa, mambo, chacha, bachata... all week... with some of my favorite people coming along for the ride. But all this excitement poses another problem... lows... That is &lt;em&gt;a lot &lt;/em&gt;of exercise going on. I feel like I'll need to stock up on glucotabs and juice boxes for my salsa extravaganza so I won't have to miss a beat on the dance floor. Oh the joys of packing, I swear if I didn't have diabetes I would be able to pack sooo much lighter... that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Although I also have the feeling that some really high highs will sneak in because I hear that there is no shortage of food aboard these floating dance floors. So maybe I'll need an extra bottle of Novolog... I wonder if it's possible to use and entire bottle in one week...&lt;br /&gt;I like to make packing lists, it helps me remember things. It also makes me wonder what 'normal' peoples packing lists look like... what do you mean you don't pack extra syringes in your carry on?! hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;To pack:&lt;br /&gt;extra bottle of Novolog and Lantus [in case of breakage and/or abundance of food]&lt;br /&gt;swimsuits&lt;br /&gt;shorts&lt;br /&gt;extra test strips&lt;br /&gt;tank tops&lt;br /&gt;extra needles&lt;br /&gt;dresses&lt;br /&gt;tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;flip flops&lt;br /&gt;dance shoes&lt;br /&gt;glucagon&lt;br /&gt;hat&lt;br /&gt;sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;toiletries&lt;br /&gt;glucotabs&lt;br /&gt;cash money&lt;br /&gt;skirt&lt;br /&gt;fancier dress for Captains Dinner..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, ay mate. Over and Out.&lt;br /&gt;Captain Jules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-7080441591521977585?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/7080441591521977585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=7080441591521977585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/7080441591521977585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/7080441591521977585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/12/say-it-aint-snow.html' title='Say it aint snow'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-2367209067054774089</id><published>2007-11-30T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:34:16.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Sickly</title><content type='html'>Starting a day or so ago I haven't been feeling 100%. Got a cold. I haven't been &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;sick&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for maybe two years... yeah... amazing... I know. I take my vitamins daily and eat well and exercise about 6 days a week but sometimes it's just unavoidable. I'm linking it to taking the Metro. It has to be the most germ-infested place in the world. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R1A2roV338I/AAAAAAAAADQ/z3IluwvvG3E/s1600-R/1428588786_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138667298021171138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R1A2roV338I/AAAAAAAAADQ/VPfulz58NNI/s200/1428588786_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All those people crammed into a tiny space, coughing, sneezing, wheezing and the like then grabbing onto the bars and hand rails so they don't fall over when it suddenly jerks around. Gross!! Think of all that bacteria just &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R1A2foV337I/AAAAAAAAADI/QYJwk0DUgTI/s1600-R/1428417639_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;festering on those poles... ::shiver:: Do they even disinfect them at night?&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R1A4a4V339I/AAAAAAAAADY/nFqLo4M75oo/s1600-R/1428417639_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138669209281617874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R1A4a4V339I/AAAAAAAAADY/iEqU9yCObjg/s200/1428417639_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I wonder what &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mehmet_Oz"&gt;Dr. Oz&lt;/a&gt; would say about this... Did anyone else see the show he did on Oprah with the lady who never threw anything away and had the same pillow for about 40 years?! naaaaasty. Needless to say there were more bacteria in her kitchen sink than in her toilet. That's somewhere I won't be visiting anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Back to my point. What was my point? Oh yeah, so my numbers have been amazing! Better than amazing... hmm what's better than amazing?? Well that's what they've been. From what I remember though getting sick has made my numbers go all over the map but luckily this time [minus one rebellious checking] I have been perfectly "in range". Ah-mazing. This just goes to show how ridiculously unpredicatable diabetes can be.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this cold goes away stat! [and my numbers stay the same!] My cruise is in 7 days!! :D&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am going to the gym even though I'm sick... no rest for the wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. Love. Insulin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Anyone have diabetes/cruise stories to share??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-2367209067054774089?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/2367209067054774089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=2367209067054774089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2367209067054774089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2367209067054774089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/11/sickly.html' title='Sickly'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/R1A2roV338I/AAAAAAAAADQ/VPfulz58NNI/s72-c/1428588786_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-2831153000524680578</id><published>2007-11-22T11:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T12:23:57.161-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Thanks and Giving</title><content type='html'>Muchas gracias. Merci beaucoup. Danke. Grazie. Muito obrigado. &lt;br /&gt;There are endless ways to say thanks, thank you. But today is the day we're supposed to mean it. Today is the day we gather with friends and family and celebrate how grateful we are to have each other in our lives. It is a word that gets tossed around so freely that at times it seems to have lost its meaning. What does it mean to be thankful... to be full of thanks, to be happy someone did something for you? According to &lt;a href="http://www.webster.com/dictionary/thanks"&gt;Mr. Webster&lt;/a&gt; it means to be grateful, to express gratitude, to have kindly or grateful thoughts. Think about it. How many times during the day do you say it and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; it? Well, today I'm saying it as often as possible and to everyone I love. Thank you. I mean it with all my heart. I'm thankful for everything I have in my life. I'm thankful for my family and friends, my intellect, my body, my ability to love, laugh and grow, I'm even thankful for being pancreatically challenged. It has taught me many lessons... how to accept change, how to be strong, how to lose gracefully and keep on trying... and trying.&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends have also been great in supporting me and keeping me going, especially when I feel it's getting harder and harder. For that I am thankful. Without them I would not be standing, I would have fallen years ago. What are you thankful for? To whom do you give thanks? How do you show thanks?&lt;br /&gt;Enough thanks, now to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have talked about &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net"&gt;AYUDA&lt;/a&gt; probably more than anything in this blog of mine because as I say every time, they have changed my life. Yet another thing to add to the list o' thanks. I am thankful for their kindness, passion, courage and love. I am thankful for the children, camp and seemingly endless nights of blood sugar checks. I am thankful AYUDA exists. [Ok, now I'm done with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;, for now...]&lt;br /&gt;To keep AYUDA going and bringing these experiences to others, I am asking for you to keep AYUDA in your thoughts this holiday season and throughout the rest of the year. Donating to AYUDA in someone's name is a great gift to give. What could be better than giving health and happiness to a child? No amount is too small... or too large and you're helping change someone's life. Be thankful for all that you have and pass on your gifts to someone truly in need. AYUDA is starting a new program in Bolivia in January and to continuing creating new programs and camps we need support. So please, do what you can, even telling a friend about AYUDA is helpful.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you from the bottom of my pancreas.&lt;br /&gt;Much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ways to donate:&lt;br /&gt;Online:&lt;br /&gt;www.ayudainc.net&lt;br /&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/causes/view_cause/5912?h=plw&amp;recruiter_id=2047798&lt;br /&gt;or click the Global Giving widget on the left side of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mail:&lt;br /&gt;AYUDA, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 12206&lt;br /&gt;Arlington,VA 22219&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to mention how you learned about AYUDA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! Have I said that enough yet? One more time... Muchas gracias, con todo mi corazon. Juntos somos mas fuertes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-2831153000524680578?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/2831153000524680578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=2831153000524680578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2831153000524680578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2831153000524680578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-and-giving.html' title='Thanks and Giving'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-6659843050538730583</id><published>2007-11-09T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T16:18:15.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>So if you know me even the slightest you know I don't stress easily. I'm a very laid back, easy going kinda gal, I just take what life gives me and I deal with it. I think diabetes has had a lot to do with this attitude of mine [as well as growing up in Louisiana]. But there are a few things that are able to make me want to pull my hair out or sleep for two days straight, out of sheer avoidance. One of those things is coming up on the 16th of this month... the GRE. I know, I know. I should have taken it right after college then I wouldn't have to be dealing with it now but I also tend to procrastinate things like this because of the stress factor. I keep telling myself that I'm going to study but I keep looking over at that packet and returning to whatever it was that I was doing before. Like now for instance... instead of reading that stupid packet I'm blogging...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/RzTOdxhOMpI/AAAAAAAAADA/KgeAym3KVwc/s1600-h/computing_stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/RzTOdxhOMpI/AAAAAAAAADA/KgeAym3KVwc/s400/computing_stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130952886386045586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This test holds my future hostage. For four hours I will be in a room sitting in front of a computer answering questions I probably haven't even thought of since freshman year or before. That makes me anxious. Answering questions that hold the key to the rest of my life stresses me out. Without it though, I am unable to get into the graduate program I want so I can stop doing temp work and actually have a career and accomplish my goals and dreams. When all is said and done and I've graduated [hopefully within the next 2.5 years] I will hold [again, hopefully] a Masters in Public Health and going to work in the diabetes realm. I want to also become a Certified Diabetes Educator so I can continue educating myself and others with diabetes, specifically in under served populations in the states and abroad. I'd also like to continue volunteering with AYUDA and going back to camp with a larger role, even though I absolutely love being a counselor, I can't do it forever. But I can always be involved some how. &lt;br /&gt;If only it weren't so scary and stressful... maybe I'm just making it a bigger deal than it should be... maybe not.... &lt;br /&gt;Peace, love and insulin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-6659843050538730583?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/6659843050538730583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=6659843050538730583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6659843050538730583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6659843050538730583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/11/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/RzTOdxhOMpI/AAAAAAAAADA/KgeAym3KVwc/s72-c/computing_stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-4922327585940148122</id><published>2007-10-31T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:41:46.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gluttony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>Gluttony</title><content type='html'>Awhile back I was told, by someone dear to me, that I am a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gluttony"&gt;glutton&lt;/a&gt; for punishment. After thinking about it for a long time, I've realized how true that really is. I push myself to the limits, to see how much I can take, to see how much I can withstand before being unable to stand at all. Sometimes I feel as though I am about to fall but I catch myself and keep going. This life with diabetes is much of the same. Everyday I test my boundaries, highly aware of the consequences but unable to avoid my own curiosity. There are times when I just want to stop, to give in and succumb to this condition and let it take over so I don't have to work so hard anymore. It would be so nice to be able to take a break, just for a minute... to catch my breath. Then there are the other times when I realize how stupid that is, there are no time-outs. I must keep pushing myself. To the point of breaking, I continue. I have been broken down but never broken beyond repair. &lt;br /&gt;Gluttony and diabetes aren't generally two things you would pair together - hopefully - but I can see the connection of the two within me. But instead of in the normal context of binge eating, I am a glutton for living beyond normal means... to test my body. Possibly to see if I can handle things many people say people with diabetes can't. It might seem a bit &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rebellion"&gt;rebellious&lt;/a&gt; at times but it feels good knowing I can do it... whatever it may be... and wake up to another tomorrow. I will not stop. I will not be broken. Hearing people say I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; only makes me want to push and punish myself even harder, while mentally punching them in the face. Hmm... I think I'll go have some more Halloween candy now.&lt;br /&gt;Never say never, I've learned. You can always do more, you can continue even when doubting you're own strength. What's that saying... pain is weakness leaving the body?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a life of gluttony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-4922327585940148122?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/4922327585940148122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=4922327585940148122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4922327585940148122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/4922327585940148122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/10/gluttony.html' title='Gluttony'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-1829003637142507305</id><published>2007-10-29T10:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:11:39.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diagnosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JDRF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tu diabetes'/><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>This is a nice, simple video to help spread awareness of diabetes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tudiabetes.com/xn_resources/widgets/video/flvplayer/flvplayer.swf?v=2.0.9%3A1578" FlashVars="config_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tudiabetes.com%2Fvideo%2Fvideo%2FshowPlayerConfig%3Fid%3D583967%253AVideo%253A61809%26x%3DhxgXT6zi5rRt39DIUSazDdJTL0w8ifoM&amp;amp;autoplay=off" width="426" height="348" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tudiabetes.com/video/video"&gt;Find more videos like this on &lt;em&gt;Tu Diabetes - A Community for People Touched by Diabetes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just another number.&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-1829003637142507305?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/1829003637142507305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=1829003637142507305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1829003637142507305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1829003637142507305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/10/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-8363188077814251002</id><published>2007-10-12T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:59:00.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Proof of Life</title><content type='html'>For those of you with diabetes, I think you will understand me when I say that my life is like a science experiment. So when asked 'what's it like to have diabetes?' I respond 'like a science experiement'. However, when I tell this to lay-persons they stare back at me quizically trying to comprend what I mean.  I mean my life is run by numbers, tests, checks, re-tests, critical thinking, methodically planned events, trial and error, hypotheses, data ... &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scientific_method"&gt;science experiment&lt;/a&gt;. You'd think I'd be better in math by now...&lt;br /&gt;Numbers run my life - age, weight, bank account, metro fares, time, distance, blood sugars, insulin doses, carb counting, nutrition labels... it's a never ending list. &lt;br /&gt;I've recently re-started to log my blood sugars. I used to keep a cute little journal on my kitchen counter then I stopped after I moved to Maryland. I decided I should start again so now I have an Excel spreadsheet with time and doses and all those great little columns such as 'other', 'exercise' and 'notes' to analyze why my numbers are what they are. Sometimes it makes sense, sometimes it just doesn't. Diabetes is funny like that - such a joker. Logging, I belive, is a great way to stay in better control because you are fully aware of the number in that little box and all the other digits and data in the little boxes.&lt;br /&gt;If I were diagnosed in elementary school this would have always been my project for the science fair. I definitely would have won over that girl who did the &lt;a href="http://www.all-science-fair-projects.com/project815_39.html"&gt;volcano&lt;/a&gt; project... ugh &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; chiche. But not everyone's imperfect like me, not everyone gets to have my amazing statistical and critical thinking abilites and must indeed rely on volcano projects and the solar system. Be jealous, it's ok, I totally understand. I am, after all, pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;Experiments aside, diabetes has given me a greater respect for life and a better understanding of my body. It forces me stop and take a breather, to cherish the things that I have been given and the people that I would have never met had I never been diagnosed. So after all of these years, and probably many more to come, my daily experiments will continue. It may never come to a conclusion but I have my proof, my proof of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-8363188077814251002?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/8363188077814251002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=8363188077814251002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8363188077814251002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8363188077814251002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/10/proof-of-life.html' title='Proof of Life'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-1689489090620027088</id><published>2007-10-04T09:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:52:30.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word in Your Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/RwlHCBJ7XrI/AAAAAAAAACU/YK-IDLBQZWw/s1600-h/DSCN0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/RwlHCBJ7XrI/AAAAAAAAACU/YK-IDLBQZWw/s400/DSCN0248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118700551478664882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/RwTuWWKWvkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3lfH-Ds_wNA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/RwTuWWKWvkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3lfH-Ds_wNA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117477144273272386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-1689489090620027088?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/1689489090620027088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=1689489090620027088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1689489090620027088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/1689489090620027088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/10/word-in-your-hand.html' title='Word in Your Hand'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/RwlHCBJ7XrI/AAAAAAAAACU/YK-IDLBQZWw/s72-c/DSCN0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-2601511790781405453</id><published>2007-10-02T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T12:13:47.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My life, my style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/RwJr1wjKfNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QYoUI-MoQto/s1600-h/love-thanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116770697955933394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/RwJr1wjKfNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QYoUI-MoQto/s200/love-thanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So recently, I got some flack in the &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/diabetes-blog/type1"&gt;dlife&lt;/a&gt; blog world for my comments that diabetes is a lifestyle and not liking the words "diabetic" or "disease". Here are my thoughts and opinions on the above and why...&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more aspects to diabetes than most people could ever possibly imagine. Diabetes is a part of my everyday life, it is what I do, it is what I want to teach people about, it is a part of who I am [note: I did not say who I am - just a part]. Together we rise and fall like the sun - constant, sometimes glorious, sometimes dark - but definitely always around. Aside from the injections, glicemias, glucotabs, etc., the part of diabetes some don't venture to talk about is the psyco-social aspect. In one of my college psych classes we watched a film called "&lt;a href="http://www.whatthebleep.com/"&gt;What the bleep do we know&lt;/a&gt;?". Some parts were good, some were just rediculous, but one part has stuck with me. &lt;a href="http://www.masaru-emoto.net/"&gt;Dr. Masaru Emoto &lt;/a&gt;is a Japanese scientist who has studied the effects of water and our consciousness, sounds silly I know but once you've seen it, it's hard to forget. The gist is that positive reinforcements or negative actions have either postive or negative effects on ourselves. The example in the movie is the main character constantly telling herself that she is ugly and awkward and stupid. Dr. Emoto believes this changes our bodies ability to function properly [since we're mostly water] and becomes more susceptible to illness. On the other hand, when you think highly of yourself and have daily positive reinforcements our bodies are healthier because they are stronger. I have brought this concept into my daily life and my diabetes management. If I were to wake up daily saying how much I hate diabetes, how this disease is going to kill me, and/or how I wish for some other body than the one I have equipped with functioning organs, in essence, I'd be making myself worse. These negative thoughts and ideas have a profoundly harmful effect on our lives and how we perceive ourselves. So no, I don't say I have a disease, but a condition. I don't say I'm diabetic, but have diabetes. This is why. In all logic and dictionaries, yes, it means the same thing but the way I &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; about my condition doesn't have to have the same effect. Diabetes is my lifestyle because it is the way in which I &lt;em&gt;choose to live&lt;/em&gt;. Happy, peaceful, calm, proud, healthy. I did not choose diabetes, it has chosen me - like a stray animal never wanting to leave your side... sometimes you're friends, sometimes you want to kick it in the head. Oh sorry, off topic, please don't kick animals that's just bad karma. Because of diabetes, I have found some amazing &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/"&gt;people&lt;/a&gt; and an inner-strength I may have never needed or found otherwise. We all have trials and tribulations but to add diabetes on to all of that, it can either make you or break you [sorry to be so cliche]. I choose to think this way about diabetes because I don't see any other way to do so. Diabetes is not something you can fight. In battle someone always loses and diabetes is going to be around for awhile. You must learn to live with it, to accept it, to rise and fall and rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adhikara.com/art_kunst/emoto/water-4.htm"&gt;http://www.adhikara.com/art_kunst/emoto/water-4.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.life-enthusiast.com/twilight/research_emoto.htm"&gt;http://www.life-enthusiast.com/twilight/research_emoto.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiritofmaat.com/archive/aug1/consciouswater.html"&gt;http://www.spiritofmaat.com/archive/aug1/consciouswater.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-2601511790781405453?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/2601511790781405453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=2601511790781405453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2601511790781405453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/2601511790781405453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-life-my-style.html' title='My life, my style'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/RwJr1wjKfNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QYoUI-MoQto/s72-c/love-thanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-6741198347625130757</id><published>2007-10-01T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:04:03.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diabetes Health</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!!! Ahhh I'm super excited!! I wrote an article for Diabetes Health and here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.diabeteshealth.com/read/2007/09/27/5450.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.diabeteshealth.com/read/2007/09/27/5450.html &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what ya think :)&lt;br /&gt;Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-6741198347625130757?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/6741198347625130757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=6741198347625130757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6741198347625130757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6741198347625130757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/10/diabetes-health.html' title='Diabetes Health'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-3365349517561823896</id><published>2007-09-04T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:02:12.984-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AYUDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>"Giving"</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here reading Bill Clinton's new book &lt;em&gt;Giving&lt;/em&gt; and crying. Not because the former President is such an amazing wordsmith but the message, the idea, the generosity of the people he writes about is so powerful and so close to my heart. He speaks of the usual suspects: Bill and Melinda Gates, Oprah Winfrey and a man I'd not heard of Sterling Stamos. The amount of effort and money they give to charitable organizations is mind baffeling, especially since I've been involved with AYUDA for over 3 years now and I've seen the inner-workings of the citizen-sector world. I want so badly for AYUDA to gain larger recognition and to be &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;organization known for working to empower youth in diabetes communities around the world that it makes my heart ache to think that people don't know what AYUDA is all about. The good we do. The love, effort, time and healing that comes out of our work. We may not be searching for a cure for diabetes like JDRF or the ADA or any other typical diabetes organization but we're trying to allow people in under-developed nations &lt;strong&gt;live,&lt;/strong&gt; to be alive, with this condition. The thought of leaving these kids after camp and returing to a home without insulin or test strips tears me up inside. As Bill quotes Sterling Stamos in &lt;em&gt;Giving &lt;/em&gt;as to why he donates so much money&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; "ten million children die each year of preventable, curable and treatable diseases... global health is a moral opportunity and an undervalued asset that, if properly funded, could yield a huge social benefit...". That social benefit is another child living to see his next birthday, to have the ability to have a happy, healthy life. Don't we all deserve that? Chronic condition or not, we all have the right to live. Paul Farmer was quoted as saying something similar to Stamos in &lt;em&gt;Mountain Beyond Mountain&lt;/em&gt; (an amazing book, must read) to the effect of no one should die of a treatable condition. Diabetes is a treatable, although not yet curable, condition. Everyone with diabetes should have the right to affordable medication and the educational tools on how to use them properly, no matter where in the world that person lives. There are so many obstacles and hurdles and questions that the task of helping someone is daunting. Why is it so difficult? Or is it really not that difficult and our approach is just wrong? How can we get more people involved and invested?... Would you help if I asked?&lt;br /&gt;There is so much work being done in cancer and HIV/AIDS research, prevention, looking for cures and cheaper medications. What about diabetes? When will diabetes get the recognition it deserves? Yes, I know about the UN Resolution on Diabetes, does anyone else? Diabetes isn't going away any time soon and neither am I. We need just as much help, if not more. Type 1 diabetes is for life, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. No rest, no breaks. It affects 5 times more people throughout the world than does HIV/AIDS. When will we get cheaper insulin and supplies? I have so many questions and not enough answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rt3QTbWF13I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2siVb0n2Ko4/s1600-h/n1273620649_30581100_2741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106466584684517234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rt3QTbWF13I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2siVb0n2Ko4/s320/n1273620649_30581100_2741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rt3PHbWF12I/AAAAAAAAAA0/lbG9-japSqs/s1600-h/n1273620649_30573600_7345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106465279014459234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rt3PHbWF12I/AAAAAAAAAA0/lbG9-japSqs/s320/n1273620649_30573600_7345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only on the 2nd chapter of &lt;em&gt;Giving &lt;/em&gt;so I'll probably talk more about it as I go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Share the love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-3365349517561823896?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/3365349517561823896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=3365349517561823896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3365349517561823896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3365349517561823896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/09/giving.html' title='&quot;Giving&quot;'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rt3QTbWF13I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2siVb0n2Ko4/s72-c/n1273620649_30581100_2741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-6603932255546823765</id><published>2007-09-03T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:42:33.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>New York New York!</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend I went up to New York with some friends for an event and had an amazing time. However, my control was not so great. I would just totally forget to check sometimes and go eat then check later because I felt high and sure enough... I was... realizing I didn't check before we ate. Taking a vacation is not an allowance for taking a vacation from being in control. It's not like I wouldn't check because I didn't want people to see me... I was with my friends they're used to it by now. It just slipped my mind when everyone around starting to eat, so did I without knowing my BS level. I'm kind of mad at myself for doing that but then at the same time I'm not becasue I'm home now and I know and can get back in control. Although, I should have been more careful. One day though, I only needed to take 2 units of Novolog and the regular 20 of Lantus and I was still low later on in the day! We did so much walking and dancing and a little bit went a long way. That was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;Does this happen to anyone else? Control just 'slips' your mind because you're on vacation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-6603932255546823765?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/6603932255546823765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=6603932255546823765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6603932255546823765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/6603932255546823765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York New York!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-3349726709263390580</id><published>2007-08-26T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:07:26.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Changes and Challenges</title><content type='html'>I'm being much more aggressive with my management recently. I'd been slipping and my A1c isn't where I'd like it to be. During camp we test at least eight times a day and I'm trying to keep up with that amount of testing, being sure I always have candies with me, drinking more water and exercising more frequently. Rather than testing a few times a day, almost never having sugar and just being high, drinking lots of coffee and exercising occassionally. I think I let myself get out of control because I was in a funk or some state thereof. After Hurricane Katrina, I moved to Houston where I just wandered around not knowing what to do with myself for awhile. Then I decided to go back to school and started a Certificate of Public Health program at the University of Texas School of Public Health in the Medical Center. I finished the certificate program in December. After about a year and a half I had had enough of Texas and packed up my life and my cat and moved out to Maryland in late February looking for a change. My parents moved out here in Novemeber, having had enough of the New Orleans situation,  one of my sisters moved after the hurricane to DC. So now, almost all of us are on the east coast - adjusting nicely, I think, to our new lives in this strange place. Now my challenges and changes continue. My current position with AYUDA is coming to a close since it's a contractual gig and I need to find something else to keep me employed and happy. I also need to finish what I started in Texas. I want to go back to school to get my MPH and eventually become a CDE. All these changes and stresses seriously affect my blood sugars so I just try to go with the flow and &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; not to worry so much about the future. With a &lt;strong&gt;condition&lt;/strong&gt; like diabetes though it's all about the future and what &lt;em&gt;could &lt;/em&gt;happen if you don't take proper care.&lt;br /&gt;My mind still drifts back to Ecuador. I've only been back in the states for 10 days but I don't think I ever fully come back. Each time gets harder to leave. Harder to say goodbye to the people you connect with and want to help. Harder to return to your own reality. Then I remember how I'm not only helping them but they're helping me as well.&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple weeks, I've been waking up and reaching for my glasses only to remember I don't have them anymore. I gave them to one of my campers. She's eleven, looks about seven, has cataracts, doesn't hear well and comes from a difficult home life. I'm determined to help her anyway I can because she won't get it any other way. However, I don't know exactly what to do. I have the will and the desire to help change this girls [and all the campers I meet] life but I have not the means or full knowledge on how to do so. When I think of her, I think of how easy my life is, how lucky I am to be able to care for myself and be in good control. So why did I let myself slip for so long? She has given me a new strength, a new drive. I only hope I gave her some of the same during that week. That week that now seems so distant. The only reason I know it actually happened and it wasn't a dream is because of the pictures I took and the glasses I no longer have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-3349726709263390580?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/3349726709263390580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=3349726709263390580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3349726709263390580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/3349726709263390580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/08/changes-and-challenges.html' title='Changes and Challenges'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-8291101559548758738</id><published>2007-08-24T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:15:16.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancreatically challenged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lantus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Oh My Lantus!</title><content type='html'>For this whole week I haven't been feeling so great. Monday was my birthday, yes thank you, thank you, but I felt gross until about Wednesday, then all day yesterday I had this awful headache. Then, this morning I woke up because I was low... I'm hypoglycemia sensitive which is a good thing... helps me avoid some serious lows. Don't get me wrong I've had some 30s in my days but usually I can tell before I get to that point. I don't know exactly how low I was because I didn't test... which I know I should have and I usually do... I just didn't. Anyway, I reached over for my megabottle of glucotabs and popped four of them to bring me up so I could get back to sleeping. When I felt back in range, I fell back asleep. A few hours later I woke up and tested - 115. It's going to be a great day! Whenever I wake up at a number like that my days seem to go better. I have more energy and just feel better. Especially after feeling crappy for the last few days. Also, for the past few mornings I've been waking up low - like 40s and 50s low. Possibly because I switched the time I take my Lantus. Before camp, I took it around 4:30 pm and then due to camp scheduling I changed it and now I'm taking it at dinner time - 7ish. During camp it was fine because we eat about every 5 minutes and I would stay up most nights doing nightrounds for my campers. The lows are starting to get annoying and I don't like eating so much at nighttime [which I've also had to do more of because before bed I've been in the low 100s]. I think I'll switch back to 4ish or do it in the morning. I'm curious as to when other people take it. In Ecuador most do it around 11pm - haven't tried that yet but maybe I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to make a poll but I can't figure out how... I'm new to this alright give me a break!... so my question is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When do you take Lantus?: a. morning b. afternoon c. evening d. don't use Lantus (what do you use?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe it's not my Lantus, maybe it's the "new" exercise routine I'm partaking in as in I'm actually going to the gym again. Yay for me! I went once today already but will probably go again later on if I don't go out dancing tonight. In December I'm going on a cruise and eventhough it's summer right now I'm not ready to be in a bikini anytime soon. Eating better + working out more = skinny jeans, right!? And better blood sugars! Hopefully, we'll see... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rs8XnLWF11I/AAAAAAAAAAs/U8mPqHhXJIo/s1600-h/n501663233_106061_8611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102322864661845842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rs8XnLWF11I/AAAAAAAAAAs/U8mPqHhXJIo/s320/n501663233_106061_8611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the picture is from Campo Amigo Ecuador 2007: Brooke, Pame, Jules, Sarah &amp;amp; Merith)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-8291101559548758738?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/8291101559548758738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=8291101559548758738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8291101559548758738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/8291101559548758738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-my-lantus.html' title='Oh My Lantus!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rs8XnLWF11I/AAAAAAAAAAs/U8mPqHhXJIo/s72-c/n501663233_106061_8611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966761277003887614.post-332252493026525560</id><published>2007-08-23T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T14:49:01.520-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes camp pancreatically challened'/><title type='text'>My first blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw isn't it cute! It's my first blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to start this blog because I've been reading so many blogs and articles on diabetes by people using terms and words that I don't like. Also, I think it will be a great stress-reliever for those days when I want to throw my meter out the car window when I'm going 90mph. Don't lie you've had those days, too. I'm also interested in what you have to say so speak up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Julie. I just turned 24 and I've had diabetes since 15 March 2000 - my junior year of highschool. Yikes! Currently, I work at AYUDA, Inc. in Arlington... &lt;a href="http://www.ayudainc.net/"&gt;http://www.ayudainc.net/&lt;/a&gt;. AYUDA strives to empower youth to become leaders of social change within diabetes communities around the world. It's a mouthful but it works... I'm proof of that. Every year, we do summer camps (Campo Amigo) for kids throughout the developing world with type 1. This past summer was my third camp in Ecuador with AYUDA and hopefully not my last. I'll explain more later. Here are a couple pics of my campers from Campo Amigo Ecuador 2007 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rs3UfLWF1xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fUFqC0dE96Q/s1600-h/Ecuador_2007+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101967584967120658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rs3UfLWF1xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fUFqC0dE96Q/s320/Ecuador_2007+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rs3VTrWF10I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_s885pjn6k8/s1600-h/Ecuador_2007+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101968486910252866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rs3VTrWF10I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_s885pjn6k8/s320/Ecuador_2007+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rs3VTbWF1zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/M-xTLObSoO4/s1600-h/Ecuador_2007+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101968482615285554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rs3VTbWF1zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/M-xTLObSoO4/s320/Ecuador_2007+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rs3VS7WF1yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/U7wCgQqQMPA/s1600-h/Ecuador_2007+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101968474025350946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rs3VS7WF1yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/U7wCgQqQMPA/s320/Ecuador_2007+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace. Love. Insulin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966761277003887614-332252493026525560?l=pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/feeds/332252493026525560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966761277003887614&amp;postID=332252493026525560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/332252493026525560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966761277003887614/posts/default/332252493026525560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pancreaticallychallenged.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04301663958092036922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9VlS2lNLOFU/Rs3UfLWF1xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fUFqC0dE96Q/s72-c/Ecuador_2007+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
