It seems some of my friends in the diabetes community have been feeling a bit "low" lately ( yes pun intended ). Bernard has been feeling tired and down on himself while Allison has had trouble making Lemonade ( what's with the puns! ). Yeah. I've been there. Not recently. But on occasion, I have felt not quite with it. Sometimes it's because I can't eat what I want when I want. Or sometimes I hate having to take another finger stick. I get sad and pissed off that I did nothing to deserve this. The same hyperactive immune system that kept me from getting sick when all around me people were succumbing to the flu or some other bug that was going around is the same immune system that is slowly wiping out my insulin-producing cells. Well, not today. Today, right now, I am taking the kids to Tae Kwan Doe.
Tag: Diabetes
Amy Tenderich asks "What about is LADA?"
This same thought has also been bouncing around my skull. I got Type 1/LADA diabetes late in life ( I was 39 when diagnosed ) and struggled to find resources to understand my disease.
Since I was diagnosed at the ripe old age of 37, I hanker for an organization that focuses on adults with Type 1. Where is the place for us? Other than here on the Internet, of course? There is no non-profit, advocacy organization, or annual conference for us LADA types. Or for children with Type 1 who've grown up to be adults with Type 1, for that matter.
Diabetes 365, Day 20
Feet. Those things at the end of our legs that keep us from falling over. Sometimes stinky. What's the big deal with feet and diabetes? Well according to the American Diabetes Association (ADA) and my endocrinologist if I don't protect my feet and "inspect" them for nicks and cuts, I could lose them. The cuts could get infected and well... suffice to say I need to keep my feet protected—another side effect of diabetes.
