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Free Lunch!

There really such a thing as a free lunch…

I’m had an insulin-free lunch of leftover stuffed chicken breast and steamed asparagus.

Last night, inspiration struck and I modified this recipe significantly, mainly by forgoing bread crumbs and lime, cutting cheese and bacon amounts, and having it grilled by my own grill master. Read the rest of this entry

Because I can’t take them all home

Last week, Brad and I went to the animal shelter to look at kittens. We had decided to make the leap into pet ownership and get two kitties. I texted my mom that day and let her know we were going to the shelter, her response:

Have fun! But don’t take them all home!

After spending time among the cat cages, I realized how easy it would be to do just that. We focused on kittens. While holding a cute four-month-old kitten (who I did take home with me), I felt a tap on my shoulder, accompanied by a gentle poke of a claw. The lovely adult cat in the cage behind me had reached out the touch me. I had to pet her too. And I had to pet the beautiful black cat “guarding” the door. And of course the brown and tan striped guy who wanted to do our adoption papers with us deserved some love as well.

If I spent much time in an animal shelter, I truly would turn into a crazy cat lady and fill our new home with pets. It would be possible because there are so many cats, dogs, rabbits and other animals that need homes.

We adopted two of the sweetest, affectionate and playful kittens that were taken in by a passionate animal foster “mom.” We wanted to adopt from a shelter or rescue group to help alleviate the overpopulation of pets. Holmes and Watson (our kitties) were already neutered and vaccinated when we brought them home.

My two buddies

If you’re considering adding an animal (or two!) to your family, Read the rest of this entry

Always His Daughter

No matter how long he’s gone, or where my life takes me, I will always be his daughter.

The longer I’m an adult, the more and more I realize how much of an influence parents have on our lives. A conversation with my husband last week about how we’ve gotten to where we are in life and I can’t help but attribute much of who I am to my parents. Sometimes I didn’t understand them or even like them (I was once a teenager) but as an adult I see how their parenting and boundaries shaped me. I learned responsibility and respect at a young age and many other values from my mom and dad.

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It’s a new month

It’s a new month and there’s a lot going on in August… so far though there’s not a whole lot of writing going on because I’m packing!

This is however a surprisingly huge month for me and it’s full of mixed emotions.

  • Next week will be the first anniversary of my diabetes diagnosis as well as the first anniversary of losing my dad. There’s a lot of emotion mixed up in both of those milestones.
  • There are also some awesome things happening in August though, like moving into our house and we just started looking into adopting a couple of rescue kittens that I’m awaiting a response from the organization.
  • I see my endocrinologist this month, which means it’s time to head to the lab and get some panels drawn. I’m hoping to see the same a1c as before (it may sound like I’m aiming low, but I have a good number I want to maintain). The Dexcom has me on information overload right now and I’m seeing peaks and valleys that I didn’t before, I’m very interested in how those translate into my average. I’m also curious about some other numbers.
  • My husband’s company is having a BBQ this weekend. It’s the first social event that families were invited to, so I’m looking forward to meeting some of his coworkers and getting the scoop on what he’s like at work.

That’s my month in a nutshell. What do you have happening in August?

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The House: Part 2

Read Part One Here.

I spent the entire weekend painting in our new house, so I suppose I should share part 2.

The Friday after the first showing, we had a second showing and brought our extra eyes. The realtor hung back as we showed my in-laws the house. They had comments and questions about the house but nothing seemed to jump out at them as a problem either.

What I really noticed though was how completely comfortable I felt in the house, even surrounded by other the sellers’ stuff. The house just kind of drew us in. We loved the higher ceilings, the little balcony off the back, the wide arched opening between the dining room and living room and the walk-up attic.

The in-laws’ verdict was in: There was nothing significantly wrong with the house (except maybe a bright yellow dining room).

We decided to put an offer on it that night.

We said goodbye to Brad’s family and met our realtor at Starbucks to draw up the paperwork. By 11 p.m. that night we’d made an offer on our first home.

Then we had to wait through the weekend for a response.

To summarize the intermediate steps, withing the last hour before our offer expired, we received a verbal offer acceptance with some minor contingencies. The house had been on the market for 16 days and the sellers didn’t have a new place yet so they wrote into the contract the option to rent the house back from us for 30 days. Coupled with a 60-day close it would give them sufficient time to find and close on their own home.

Next in the home series: Home inspections and first time home buyers.

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Never a CWD

(CWD = Child with diabetes)

I was 22, graduated from college and married when I was diagnosed with diabetes. I say Type 1 a lot, but find that people don’t always understand so I say “juvenile diabetes” occasionally. But that’s not really true in my case. I’m an adult with type 1 diabetes. I’m a “typical type 1” medically, so I went from 60 to 0 in the pancreas department very quickly. During more extensive testing two months after I was diagnosed, we found out I make zero insulin. Which I suppose makes things easier and I don’t have to ever worry about the honeymoon period ending, because diabetes and I skipped our honeymoon.

I did honeymoon with Brad though

In some ways, the late autoimmune response that massacred my insulin-producing cells was a blessing. I’ve been reading the diagnosis stories and the ongoing stories of people who grew up with diabetes and I can’t even imagine it.

My parents never had to function as an external organ for me. They didn’t have to agonize over giving me injections or getting our insurance to cover insulin. I didn’t have to deal with other kids thinking I was sick. I didn’t have to be on a first-name basis with the school nurse. I could compete in swimming without testing pool side or worry about keeping snacks in my extemp bin for high school speech. In college, I could eat in the dining hall without a second thought, I never had to take a test while low, or high. I got to celebrate my 21st birthday with a berry mojito and no insulin. I enjoyed our wedding cake with no worries of out of control blood sugar. For more than 2 decades, I was blissfully unaware and unaffected by type 1 diabetes. Read the rest of this entry

What a Weekend!

I’m not usually one for making a blog all about my weekend… but there’s sooooo much to write about that I’ll hit the highlights now and tell the stories later.

Saturday

Brad and I grabbed a tasty breakfast on Saturday morning before hitting the road and heading south for a friend’s wedding “back home.” Not only did we have the opportunity to witness two friends vow to love, honor and cherish each other, we got to briefly catch up with a couple of people that we haven’t seen for awhile.

After the wedding, we made a brief stop at the K-fam homestead, then hit the road back to Cleveland to get the keys to our house. We closed on a beautiful house a month ago and we finally have keys and a plan for making it our home. More on the story later…

We reluctantly left our house and went back to our apartment, where we ironed, packed and doubled checked bags for my husband’s trip out west.

Sunday Read the rest of this entry

Beeps and Bandaids

Today is just strange.

  • I put on a new pod last night and it’s bolus beep just sounds weird. Maybe even strangled. Although I appear to be receiving the correct amounts of insulin.
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I always have an extra in case

  • I may or may not have just used bandaids to secure the adhesive on this Dexcom sensor to make it last until tonight when I can change it.

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  • I go for my first dilated eye exam today… and probably will have the puff of death test as well. I hate that thing.

Is anyone else having a strange day today?

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Workaversary

The significance of today snuck up on me last yesterday afternoon.

Today, July 6th, is the one year anniversary of starting my “big girl job.” It’s a little crazy to think that at this point last year, I showed up to this agency with a combination of nervousness and excitement. I was amazed that I had my own office, with a window and a real door and I loved it.

On my very first day I was assigned several projects and I was amazed by the responsibility that I was given. In my internships, I wrote a total of about 5 news releases. By the time I finished my first week here (at part time) I’d already written more than that.

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What can I say? I’m neat and tidy.

I later learned how lucky I was Read the rest of this entry

Arm Sites and Car Dealerships

We were at the car dealership picking up my husband’s car after having to have the brand new tire replaced. We were standing in the show room chatting with our salesman and from across the show room, “he” saw me. “He” was a parent of a child with diabetes.

Is that an OmniPod?!?!

He yelled/exclaimed walking over. Clearly he had spotted my completely exposed arm site. I smiled and responded that yes, it’s an OmniPod. He explained that his son, who was diagnosed with type 1 in infancy and is now 9, uses an insulin pump. They had another year with his current pump but were starting to research other options for their active boy. He asked me if I could wear it swimming and if so did I have to cover it with a patch of sorts (Yes and no). I was wearing it on my arm, they only use midsection sites so he can clip the pump on his waistband. I explained my pod/CGM dance to him (eight rotating sites with plenty of space between the two devices) and confessed that I’ve never worn a different type of pump and that I was much newer to diabetes than his son. We chatted for awhile longer then my husband and I left with a brand new tire.

My first arm site

I am never ashamed of my insulin pump. It keeps me alive after all. But I had a functioning pancreas growing up and my identity and self-confidence were already established before all of this. I wore my pump on my arm in a sleeveless shirt after all and from that, I was able to help someone with their research and I secretly wonder if my attitude about the visible parts of diabetes helped this man feel like his family isn’t alone. I hope.

One thing that he said to me in our conversation made my day, he said that his son can eat anything that he wants since they started using the pump, including chocolate. He could eat like a normal kid as long as he took enough insulin. We left the dealership to go pick up a pizza and share it with friends.

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