Not too much has gone on since my last post.
Marcos is in Bakersfield keeping KGDP AM660 running. Hopefully he can come home tomorrow night for just a little bit. I miss him a lot. I feel bad, any time that he calls - it's always super noisy around me or something distracting is going on.
It's been tough having him gone. I don't know how single mom's do it.
Today we were super late to church. ugh. Woke up this morning with a low and also with a weird ending to a dream. So I treated my low...was pretty much awake, but also super sleepy at the same time. I went back to bed, but after I woke up and pressed snooze one too many times and WAY MORE tired than before. I realized we don't have anything "easy" to eat for breakfast... Johnny and I finished breakfast, got ready for church, and fortunately was able to listen to 1/2 of the service.
Needless to say... not the greatest morning. Seeing everyone at church was great! I am really enjoying going to Calvary Chapel Living Word. I knew that if I didn't go to church I would be miserable and cranky.
Speaking of cranky...Lately I've been having some really weird mood issues. Issues like feeling absolutely exhausted, not being able to do anything, outbursts of anger, and crying. I don't know what's wrong with me. Sometimes I can write it off as diabetes highs and lows... but for the most part - totally unexplained. Maybe it's because Marcos is gone and I can't keep up with everything. Normally if he is gone I can get a lot done, but it's different now with Johnny and now having diabetes. I dunno. When I'm with people I'm ok, but it's when I'm alone at home with Johnny, I get into the worst funks ever.
I just want it to stop. I just want to run away from it all. And there's the voice in the back of my mind saying "uhhh... what's the matter with you. this is totally not like you. snap out of it." and then I reply "I don't know...::cry::"
Yay for Game Night at the Lusk's. It always fun hanging out with the gang. However, I think Johnny and I stayed too long. JO kept getting in the way or where I had to keep an eye on him...not being able to relax and enjoy myself and enjoy being with company.
::sigh::
Honestly...
Most of the time, I don't want to go to bed because I know it will all start over in the morning.
:'-(
Until next time. Thanks for listening.
Lindsey O.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
My Story
I started to notice feeling the lows when I was a freshman in high school. My mom was recently dx as T2, so we thought it would be good to test when I didn't feel "right" - low 60's-70's. What we did was just go off of how I felt and I knew when I was playing softball that I needed to snack on something around the 5th inning or so.
Going through high school and college being an athlete was tough. The coaches didn't understand after trying to "educate" them on hypoglycemia - didn't help. Fortunately the trainers were a little more aware and could start seeing when I was starting to get low - either through my speech or I wasn't playing up to par. Which makes it tough for coaches because you might be having a "bad game"(as most athletes go through) = "your blood sugar isn't good"... so they don't play you. lame. oh well, God knows.
Fast-forward. I got married right after college and still had my lows but not as much because I was no longer playing softball and fast-forward another year and a half - Prego! I noticed that I wasn't getting my lows and I was *stoaked*! I asked my doctor if I could be tested (glucose resistance test) around my 14th week into the pregnancy just to make sure nothing was wrong with my blood sugars. I have an extensive family history of T1 and T2. Sure enough - tests come back and my doctor asks "are you sure you fasted." "yeah, why?" "Cause you tested in the 350's" NO BUENO. Long story short...went on a stringent diet and insulin dosage for the rest of my pregnancy.
My son was born (healthy weigth and no complications) and according to gestational diabetes - it's suppose to go away. Not for me - and didn't find out for a few months afterwards (officially). However, since I wasn't limited to eating certain foods after having my baby, all i wanted at a Pizooki. So I asked my friends to bring, as a gift to the hospital, a Pizooki (BJ'S FAMOUS PIZOOKIE® - A freshly baked, hot out of the oven, rich and delicious cookie topped with 2 scoops of vanilla bean ice cream and served in its own deep dish.) I love ice cream - and being basically deprived of ice cream throughout the rest of the 30 weeks, it was a slice of heaven. I survived by Carb Smart Vanilla Ice Cream with a tablespoon of peanut butter (it equaled my night snack as 1/2 cup milk and a protein ;-))
A few months after delivery and telling the doctor that the oral meds aren't touching my blood sugars, we went to insulin again. Diagnosed April 8, 2008, at 25 as a type 1 diabetic. So learning to keep my blood sugars in control and taking care of our newborn (1st child) was *very* tough. I would often time over compensate when I would get lows (in fear of passing out or falling from dropping low and then they would skyrocket). Cause a newborn can't call 911. But alas I know that God is in control of my life and He's not going to give me more than I can handle (1 Cor. 10:13). So, now I am carb countin', finger pokin', insulin givin', irish-italian, softball lovin', T1 girl. :-)
Wishing you all the best in your on-going and tough but manageable road ahead. Praying for a cure, but until then keep on top of those A1C's. :-) Thanks for listening. :-)
Take Care,
Lindsey
-- So I am super new to all the technical terms and hoping to learn more and more from people I meet with T1.
Going through high school and college being an athlete was tough. The coaches didn't understand after trying to "educate" them on hypoglycemia - didn't help. Fortunately the trainers were a little more aware and could start seeing when I was starting to get low - either through my speech or I wasn't playing up to par. Which makes it tough for coaches because you might be having a "bad game"(as most athletes go through) = "your blood sugar isn't good"... so they don't play you. lame. oh well, God knows.
Fast-forward. I got married right after college and still had my lows but not as much because I was no longer playing softball and fast-forward another year and a half - Prego! I noticed that I wasn't getting my lows and I was *stoaked*! I asked my doctor if I could be tested (glucose resistance test) around my 14th week into the pregnancy just to make sure nothing was wrong with my blood sugars. I have an extensive family history of T1 and T2. Sure enough - tests come back and my doctor asks "are you sure you fasted." "yeah, why?" "Cause you tested in the 350's" NO BUENO. Long story short...went on a stringent diet and insulin dosage for the rest of my pregnancy.
My son was born (healthy weigth and no complications) and according to gestational diabetes - it's suppose to go away. Not for me - and didn't find out for a few months afterwards (officially). However, since I wasn't limited to eating certain foods after having my baby, all i wanted at a Pizooki. So I asked my friends to bring, as a gift to the hospital, a Pizooki (BJ'S FAMOUS PIZOOKIE® - A freshly baked, hot out of the oven, rich and delicious cookie topped with 2 scoops of vanilla bean ice cream and served in its own deep dish.) I love ice cream - and being basically deprived of ice cream throughout the rest of the 30 weeks, it was a slice of heaven. I survived by Carb Smart Vanilla Ice Cream with a tablespoon of peanut butter (it equaled my night snack as 1/2 cup milk and a protein ;-))
A few months after delivery and telling the doctor that the oral meds aren't touching my blood sugars, we went to insulin again. Diagnosed April 8, 2008, at 25 as a type 1 diabetic. So learning to keep my blood sugars in control and taking care of our newborn (1st child) was *very* tough. I would often time over compensate when I would get lows (in fear of passing out or falling from dropping low and then they would skyrocket). Cause a newborn can't call 911. But alas I know that God is in control of my life and He's not going to give me more than I can handle (1 Cor. 10:13). So, now I am carb countin', finger pokin', insulin givin', irish-italian, softball lovin', T1 girl. :-)
Wishing you all the best in your on-going and tough but manageable road ahead. Praying for a cure, but until then keep on top of those A1C's. :-) Thanks for listening. :-)
Take Care,
Lindsey
-- So I am super new to all the technical terms and hoping to learn more and more from people I meet with T1.
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