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Apparently "a few months" is seven months, which is obscene. October 9 is when I become a cyborg.

Keep us informed.

Just got back from a dermatologist appointment discussing my immanent pumping. After a very confusing 15 minute conversation, I figure out the doctor thinks I'm getting an artificial pancreas. I explain that those don't exist yet. I still somehow walked out with three or four prescriptions and a bag of samples.

I should have asked him for a watch that tells me my blood sugar.

Oooh! The Dream Beam™!

Today's pump appointment included such gems as, "Has anyone ever told you about DKA?" In more useful news, we made up some magic numbers to use as my new insulin rates. Apparently, you use less insulin when you pump. And for the first few weeks of the pump, I can't eat at restaurants or exercise. Fun!

Think of the savings! Less insulin, fewer meals out!

Hey! I missed my 20th diabetiversary! I was diagnosed on 9/29/92.

I'm ready not to have this anymore.

Congrats on kicking asparagus for twenty years. We'll let you know when you're approved for a sabbatical.

I'm a cyborg. I was honestly freaking out all last night, and of course everything was fine once I was actually at the appointment (if you ignore the fact that my BG was 400+ because I was off my levemir for 24 hours). Interesting fact. The pump is smaller than my palm, but the box that it comes in is about the size of a 20-inch TV.

I'm sure I've got some things to figure out the next few days (like where I'm going to put this when I wear dresses), but for now, it's pretty uneventful.

This article about growing new thymus glands (so the body stops attacking insulin producing cells) is fascinating and sounds like science fiction.

http://www.diabetesmine.com/2012/12/bey ... gland.html

I'll read it, but what the hell, scientists! When I was first diagnosed (9/29/92) I thought all this stuff was just around the corner.

I'm ready to be done with diabetes now.

(Last HbA1c: 7.8. Frowny face.)

Dr. Furhman's new book (The End of Diabetes) is going to make me stabby. I can't decide if I should read it and get the stabbiness over, or try to avoid it entirely.

I don't know who I am anymore. My doctor today told me I have Type 1.5 diabetes and always have. (For 20+ years.)

Also, I might have Charcot foot.

I am sick of things happening all the time!

Now you can confuse everyone!

The distinction doesn't really matter though. The treatment is the same. Charcot foot sucks. Hope you don't have it.

It would go along with my occasionally recurring SPONK. (They're similar.)

Now that I'm working out a lot more, I need to keep adjusting my insulin (especially my lantus) down and down some more. Which is great, I guess, but it's still annoying. I've been low-blood-sugared awake the last four or five nights.

That's the worst. Nothing like being afraid to go back to sleep. But yay for the exercise habit!

Compared to 3 months ago, I'm taking around 35% less insulin. And my average bg is down more than 25%.

And I have an allergy to one of the pump adhesives. I've been using an extra adhesive to help it stay on, so hopefully that's the problematic one.

I am so pissed off. I've been exercising a lot more lately, trying to get into shape and lose about 20 pounds. All this exercising has been throwing my insulin routine seriously out of whack. Today I had an appointment with someone at the Diabetes Education Center so I could get some pointers about managing exercise and insulin. With our conversation in mind, I took way less Humalog at supper than I have in maybe 6 or 7 years. Then I went to work out. I tested right before I started. 86. That's not high enough for my cardio. So I had a choice: skip the workout and go home or try to get my blood sugar up enough to work out. I drank some juice and had half a bar. I went on the elliptical for 10 minutes and then tested. 71. I had to go home.

Working out caused me to gain weight tonight. I mean, I took in more calories to enable me to work out than I expended working out.

I'm just so sick of this.

And now, two hours later (having not eaten since leaving the gym), I test at 195.

It's just forking with me now.

That really sucks.

I always knew that heavy exercise lowers your blood sugar for the next day or so, but this explanation makes so much sense about why that is.