Wordless Wednesday: Why, Yes

  
I do eat carbs. Lots of them. Take that Dr. Bernstein!

#WW: Champs with Diabetes

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I’ve been meaning to give Stephen over at Happy Medium props for starting up this program. In an effort to recognize the crazy D-Athletes out there that scale mountains, run marathons, or in my case, compete in dance competitions, Stephen started a Champs with Diabetes program. You can read about it here. (Because this is Wordless Wednesday and all.) I got all of this cool stuff for participating! I just owe him a photo of me with the medal on for the program’s Twitter page – which may have to wait until my next comp (this weekend) or my next show (which is the following weekend.) We’ll see. 🙂

#WW: Thanks Be to Starbucks

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I knew last night was only going to grant me a few precious hours of sleep because I chose to go out last night and watch a friend get hammered. And I can survive my day with six hours of sleep. My CGM had other plans. I woke up three times due to alarms. I’m exhausted and will be visiting the big green medallion a number of times today.

#WW: Diabetes Everywhere

I ordered some photos from last weekend’s comp. Two in particular stood out for D-reasons.

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I left my med alert bracelet on during the competition and solo performance. Mostly because I was surrounded by a limited amount of people that know about all of my technology. Granted I trust all of them with my life if it came down to it, (two are nurses and one was pre-med at some point) but it was just good to have that piece of mind.

On to the comp dress…

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Somewhere in the sparkly mesh, you can see my CGM receiver, which was probably sending distress signals for 10 minutes while I danced without my pump. (It was really inaccurate that morning anyway.) I just like the photo in general, but the cameos of my d-life make them more interesting.

During awards, I put my pump back on and had it hooked on the back of my dress. One of the local pros noticed and asked me, in a very heavy Russian accent, “What iz dat?” I explained that it was my insulin pump. “Oh, does it hurt?” No. Not usually. “Oh, I thought it was battery pack.” My instructor quipped, “Well she is battery powered.” Not too far off of a guess.

#WW Or Why Jen’s Shoulder Hurts

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This is why I can’t ever travel light. I carry this around every day, so you can’t really expect me to try anything different on vacation.

Here is what’s inside:

  • Wallet with lots of cards I probably don’t need, but I have.
  • Glucose meter, complete with strips, poker, spare pump battery, three back up syringes, tissue, and a WHOLE lotta used test strips.
  • 2 rolls of glucose tabs – because I hate my Target brand ones, but sometimes I need more low treatments available.
  • Cosmetic case with lotion, lip glosses (I’m picky), nail files (yeah I don’t know), anti-bac, and a powder compact.
  • Breath mints and one stick of gum
  • 2 flash drives (?)
  • Hair brush
  • Keyssssss
  • Pain killers
  • Sun glasses
  • Regular glasses
  • Zantac
  • A pack of fruit snacks
  • A Clif Bar
  • Two used tissues from previous tests (an improvement… usually there are more)
  • A bag of almonds
  • My iPod
  • My iPad
  • Not pictured – my iPhone
  • My earbuds… in an Apple case… haha.
  • A partridge in a pear tree.