Misc thoughts that have been floating around

I've had a few thoughts and things that keep coming back. In no particular order:

  • We moved about a month ago. In the midst of unpacking and tidying, I've had a few lows that have fuelled house-cleaning rampages. These flurries of vacuuming, bleaching, etc are incredibly productive, if not particularly healthy.
  • Hoosband was away camping with friends about 3 weeks ago. I fired up the Minimed Connect and added my mom to the list of people to be alerted by text if I went low, since Hoobs wouldn't have any cell service. Night 2 of this camping trip, I had a bad overnight low and I woke up to my dad offering me a glass of juice. I really, truly thought I was in good shape and had a handle on my overnight blood sugars. Guess it just goes to show that things are never certain when it comes to diabetes. 
  • My mom came grocery shopping with me on my first shopping trip after the move. When I mentioned that I needed dish soap, she pulled me aside and solemnly explained how I should go for the soap with a flip-top instead of a pull-top, as the pull-top bottles tend to get all gummed up with soap. I ended up stifling a laugh as I told her that it is a new house, yes, but this is far from my first time buying dish soap. I know what I'm doing. Sort of.
  • I still haven't finished unpacking my pump supplies. I'll get to it... when the current box of infusion sets runs out.

Diabetes has been taking a backseat to the rest of Life lately. That should really change, soon.



I had an endo appointment scheduled for today.  I don't normally look forward to these appointments. I have an excellent endo whom I absolutely adore, but that doesn't change the fact that medical appointments are never fun. Endo appointments always involve a trip to the hospital to do bloodwork in the week prior to the appointment, PLUS the whole download-pump-and-cgm-data thing, so overall each appointment ends up being a moderate amount of work.

I went last Friday (over an "extended lunch hour", where I leave for ~90 minutes to go to the hospital in the middle of the day, then stay late at work to make up the time. I really need to stop doing this on Fridays -- staying late on a Friday is never fun) for the blood stuff.  This morning I brought printed copies of my Carelink Device Settings, Sensor Overlay, and Weekly Logbook reports of my pump/cgm data to work. I also managed to turn my pinkie finger purple this morning (probably from a lancet set to go too deep? Love when that happens...not), which was a bummer.


It can be easy to get sucked into things like that. I was fixated on a few small things, minor issues, and perceived injustices: "UGH work is so busy, and I'm losing half of an afternoon to go to this appointment."  "UGH My finger has a gigantic bruise. It hurts to type/use a mouse."  "UGH TOO MANY THINGS ARE HAPPENING."


Later this morning, a shooter attacked a soldier standing guard at the War Memorial downtown, which is about a 5-minutes walk from the building where I work. Cpl. Nathan Cirillo was killed. The gunman got in a car and drove to the Parliament buildings, where he entered and again, shots were fired within the Centre Block. He was shot down by Sergeant-At-Arms Kevin Vickers.

My building went into lockdown shortly after the first event, and stayed that way for most of the day. We were allowed out of the building late this afternoon, and I walked about 40 mins to get to a transit station (about 1/3 of the distance of my total trip home) to avoid the traffic of people swarming out of the downtown core.

Of all of the things experienced by the people in my city today, my minor annoyances from this morning don't even deserve a mention. Perspective is a funny thing.



My heart goes out to the family and friends of those hurt or injured today. I feel so, so grateful for the heroes who stepped up today: our police, fire, and EMS first responders. All amazing people.



Some thoughts

I have trouble thinking of certain aspects of my diabetes in the long term. It's not that I don't imagine that I won't still have this disease in 40, or 50, or 60 years - it's more that I can't imagine doing 60 years worth of blood sugar testing 10+ times a day. I can think about doing that tomorrow. I can imagine myself doing it for the rest of this week, and probably well into the New Year... but imagining doing this for decades down the line? ...it's just hard to picture that version of the future.

Some days, all of this is fine. It's not good (it's never good), but it's sort of manageable.

Other days, it's 2am and I can't sleep so I'm up reading about smart insulins and encapsulation and other things that sound wonderful but are very far away from
anything real, but at least reading about them helps me to feel like I can look at some of the hope that these people have for a different future.


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