I went in for my three month check up at my surgeon’s office this afternoon. First, I used my nifty new pink walker instead of the wheelchair. The new walker has a seat which gives me options I don’t have with the old walker or my cane. I’m working hard in rehab [...]

I went in for my three month check up at my surgeon’s office this afternoon. First, I used my nifty new pink walker instead of the wheelchair. The new walker has a seat which gives me options I don’t have with the old walker or my cane. I’m working hard in rehab [...]

"Hold your pump," the tall twenty-something dude with multiple piercings in both ears said prosaically to Charlie as he helped him out of his rock-climbing harness.   Lurking nearby, I was amazed by a couple things. First - how did the guy working the rock-climbing birthday party know it was a pump? Second – how is it that he had no reaction to it other than to move it out of the way? Like it was just another appendage getting tangled in rope and buckles.   When he walked away, I asked Charlie, "Did you tell him it was a pump?"   "No."   read more

"Hold your pump," the tall twenty-something dude with multiple piercings in both ears said prosaically to Charlie as he helped him out of his rock-climbing harness.   Lurking nearby, I was amazed by a couple things. First - how did the guy working the rock-climbing birthday party know it was a pump? Second – how is it that he had no reaction to it other than to move it out of the way? Like it was just another appendage getting tangled in rope and buckles.   When he walked away, I asked Charlie, "Did you tell him it was a pump?"   "No."   read more

Last night I was sending off a quick email before bed, and I lingered on the Movable Type platform for SUM.  "Hey Chris, I think I'm out of stuff to write about.  My brain - she is empty.""It's okay.  You'll...

Last night I was sending off a quick email before bed, and I lingered on the Movable Type platform for SUM.  "Hey Chris, I think I'm out of stuff to write about.  My brain - she is empty.""It's okay.  You'll...

3 years ago today we were supposed to set out on the same Sedona trip we are leaving for today. And then the phone rang. And everything changed, just like that. We had to cancel our trip for a visit to the ER instead. My a1c was 13% per my PCP, head to the emergency room. No fun Spring break plans that year. Living with my Dads Type 1 as a child, I was aware of what I had ahead in my future. Sort

3 years ago today we were supposed to set out on the same Sedona trip we are leaving for today. And then the phone rang. And everything changed, just like that. We had to cancel our trip for a visit to the ER instead. My a1c was 13% per my PCP, head to the emergency room. No fun Spring break plans that year. Living with my Dads Type 1 as a child, I was aware of what I had ahead in my future. Sort

I don't remember when I didn't know how to sew. I can still see myself as a little girl,

I don't remember when I didn't know how to sew. I can still see myself as a little girl,

Researcher pursues a Type 1 cure with a cheap drug

6 weeks post accidentOriginally uploaded by anneticsHere's a snapshot of the Xray I had done today on my clavicle. It has actually been hurting more in the past week, but the orthopedic PA says that it is still in a good position, and that it is beginning to heal. I'm very grateful that I did not require surgery and will try to be patient. I have a lot of pain in my arm and shoulder area and I guess that may subside once the fracture heals? The physical therapist was pleased with the range of motion of my shoulder joint and got me started on some simple exercises to build my core strength up again. The pain in my back doesn't seem to be improving much these days but I guess that is not too surprising. In my mind, 6 weeks was the magic point when I thought I would feel better, and 8 weeks the absolute latest that I would still be healing. In the meantime, I am glad that I'm able to ride my bike trainer, as mind-numbing as it is, and was very excited to get up to a full hour on Saturday. I'll continue with the mini-updates on the right-hand side of my blog using Twitter. These are mostly so I can keep track of my progress and for my family members who enjoy these details. But, follow along if you're interested.

When I was preparing for our wedding last year, I spent a lot of time at the gym.  A.  Lot.  As in, too much.  If I wasn't at work at dLife or doing wedding-esque things like cake tastings, dress fittings,...

I had my every few years annual physical. At my previous annual, three years ago, the good doc said my blood sugar was one-oh-something. He said that was a little high and warrant notice.I had a pretty good laugh.With two type 1 kids one-oh-something is the Promised Land, ground for celebration not notice.This year my BG was officially an issue. I had to go back and get an A1C and have the BG re-checked. (Psst Doc, I can check that at home without much effort but he wanted me to go in anyway.)I did do some checking at home and my fasting BG was in fact a little high. Here is the deal; I couldn’t be very impressed by the whole thing.I did the A1C and it was 6.0. I had already made some changes and the fasting BG was half way back to normal.They wanted me to see an endo and a nutritionist. Sure, I like I don’t know what they are going to say?I am eating better as much to save money and eat tastier stuff as anything else. I started taking in home made soup or chili instead of buying lunch. I’m a lot better cook than the local sandwich shop so I am getting good eats and as a side benefit I have lost weight.My fasting BG has come back to the 1-0-x range. I’ll keep check my blood from time to time. I’ll be more active. More time on the tread mill less blogging.I am going to skip the endo and the nutritionist. I think it is an act of charity to others who would be in the classes they would refer me to. I would be a frighteningly disruptive influence in an intro to type 2 class. I need to keep making a small effort.I’m still not impresses by the whole thing. It may need doing but it is nothing close what either of my T1 kids does without thinking. There is no way I'll call what I need to do diabetes too.

Here he/she is....Maddison's new buddy "Goose Goose" from the bird rescue where she volunteers. Isn't that the cutest little goose ever? I'm not sure how Maddison will feel when it comes time to release Goose Goose and say goodbye, but I'm sure Maddison will remember him always. Maddison has been feeling sad lately about missing "Harlee" our Golden that we had to put to sleep back before

Here he/she is....Maddison's new buddy "Goose Goose" from the bird rescue where she volunteers. Isn't that the cutest little goose ever? I'm not sure how Maddison will feel when it comes time to release Goose Goose and say goodbye, but I'm sure Maddison will remember him always. Maddison has been feeling sad lately about missing "Harlee" our Golden that we had to put to sleep back before

Here he/she is....Maddison's new buddy "Goose Goose" from the bird rescue where she volunteers. Isn't that the cutest little goose ever? I'm not sure how Maddison will feel when it comes time to release Goose Goose and say goodbye, but I'm sure Maddison will remember him always. Maddison has been feeling sad lately about missing "Harlee" our Golden that we had to put to sleep back before

Funny how issues can swirl right past you, until they become personal. Then suddenly you awake to find yourself at the center of the storm!  What I’m getting at here is that a few weeks ago, my endo decided I should start taking a statin drug.  And all of a sudden, all the hullaballoo over [...]

Last night, I found a box of old diaries.  I've been keeping a paper journal since I was seven years old and I have so many hardcover journals with cats and flowers and balloons on them, my handwriting maturing as...

hisks Yesterday I posted about my toe problem and I wanted to dig a little deeper into the fear that accompanies any little thing like a spot on my toe.   Ever since I was diagnosed with this stupid disease I have be told horrible stories of all the complications that can happen to me. Going blind, losing a limb, kidney’s failing, heart disease, neuropathy, stroke and more. All very real and very scary stuff.   read more