Wordless Wednesday: Why, Yes

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


#WW: Champs with Diabetes


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


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.


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…


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


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.