BOO!

 

Question: What does a diabetic do when the glucose       tabs and candy are gone?

Answer: Anything he has to.

It doesn’t have to be Halloween to know it’s a scary situation to be caught without sugar when sugar levels dip. I polled a bunch of my Type 1 friends and was given an assortment of unlikely foods they’ve used as treatment for a low. I took the Top 10 and put them in descending order of grossness.

 

  1. Ketchup. Yuck. Double yuck. We all know that ketchup is sweet but not too many people would willingly eat spoonful after spoonful. Still, there’s enough sugar content to avert a bad situation;
  1. Jar of beets. It’ll get the job done but you may never want too eat beets again;
  1. Dry Jell-O powder. In my head I picture this mix tasting like a Pixie Stix but the whole idea of it is very wrong; still, any port in a storm;
  1. Baby food. You heard me right. Full of sugar and super easy to digest (gross);
  1. Starbursts with the wrappers still on. When time is of the essence taking a minute or two to remove those annoying wrappers just might be a minute too long. I know people who pop the whole thing right into their mouths and let their digestive tract sort it out;
  1. A dusty can of Coke that’s been sitting open for weeks., flat and eerily warm.
  1. Lint-covered gummi-bears from the far reaches of your handbag; if you’ve done this before you know the grit and hair that locks itself on there;
  1. Aunt Jemima maple-flavored syrup. Theoretically this should be tasty but the cold hard truth is that syrup needs a food underneath it to prevent the dry heaves;
  1. Green maraschino cherries. Who knows why these things are even made? Any attempting to claim them as a fruit is just ridiculous;
  1. Mint jelly. Some people have this in the corners of their pantry to put on pork chops and the like. As gross as this is to gulp by the spoonful, I put it down at number 10 because its consistency is not that much different than glucose gels.

 

Just goes to show, when there’s nothing else available, creativity counts!

A HIGH is Just a LOW Waiting to Happen

fingerprick_highlowGrowing up, I had such major anxiety about LOW blood sugars. Who could blame me? It’s a miserable experience for everyone. Talk about exhausting and nerve-wracking. This cartoon reflects how I used to feel most of the time, scared of lows even when I was high!

There was something simple I figured out that helped me relax a little: I realized I was more afraid of getting low than I was being low. I spent a ton of time in my own head thinking what could happen, how embarrassed I’d be, how yucky I’d feel, and so forth. The messages in my mind caused the fearfulness, not the actual event itself. Sure, there’s a need to be concerned but not tormented! All those “What Ifs” really bogged me down.

Soon I developed a more proactive attitude, which also helped to reduce my anxiety: I focused on being prepared. I took charge over my lows and instead of waiting for them to eventually arrive I met them head-on with an actual plan (including an arsenal of candy nearby!!!). Made a world of difference for me.

Click the cartoon to visit Suite D, Omnipod’s blogsite.

The Ol’ Ball and Chain…but NEW

medID

In recent years,  one of the most “defiant” things I’ve done as a diabetic is to not wear some sort of medical identification. For the first 25 years (age 2-27) I wore a sterling Medic Alert bracelet — still have it in fact, the metal worn right through. When I went into my horticulture career,  jewelry became obsolete. You realize after renting a metal-detector more than a handful of times to search gardens and compost bins for a bracelet that its days are numbered. My lifestyle calls for something more rugged.

So, I’ve had the N-StyleID bracelet on my right wrist for nearly a month. Clearly I’m not one to review a product without a true trial.

It’s been wet, muddy, splattered with paint, saturated with fertilizer, pulled at and pressed on but still it remains intact. It doesn’t smell like mildew or itch; it doesn’t twist or chafe and it doesn’t get tangled in my hair. The webbing is tough, as is the clasp (hasn’t come undone once). The metal still shines, though it’s taken an absolute beating. It fits like a glove and fits under my glove. It’s low-key and unobtrusive AND it tells people what they need to know about me if I can’t talk.

Though I haven’t worn a watch for years, I strangely turn to my new bracelet for the time throughout the day. A friend of mine thought the medical symbol was the Tory Burch insignia (umm, no) so apparently the bracelet looks cool enough to pass for something that’s cooler than a medical ID. I know there’re plenty more designs on the N-StyleID website. All in all, I’m pleased as punch. Two thumbs up.

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In case you haven’t heard, diabetes isn’t just a disease, it’s a lifestyle. I’ve been living it long enough to know it sucks... I’ve put my complaints to paper, although I can’t quite remember why I started. Maybe I thought my dark sense of humor would pay off someday, somehow? So, thanks for helping me out: if you’ve got a few minutes, grab a seat and let me enlighten you.





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