This morning’s number: 92 This is supposed to be a *normal* morning number for me. It shouldn’t take effort to get there, just routine. Not having a routine is probably what’s ruining it for me. After yesterday’s appalling numbers (178 196 152), I broke out my aggressive testing/dosing strategy that I used to curb my […]
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“The majority of people aren’t sad because there is something wrong with their brain. They are sad because their lives suck.”
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Hannah had a post up a while back discussing Megan Lindholm’s short story “Cut,” which is about a girl speaking to her grandmother about her decision to be circumcised because, bascially, “all the kids are doing it these days.” This one stirred up a lot of complex feelings for me (I read it when it
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Having a rough night tonight, basically because I’ve got some medical stuff I want to take care of (like the callous on the bottom of my toe that’s going to get me my foot chopped off if I don’t get it scraped someday this century, and I’m down to my last bottle of Lantus and
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Before bed test revealed! 232 Blast that damned barista! According to spreadsheet, I’d correct a 232 with 8 units of insulin, but that’s only if I’m going to eat something beforehand, and it’s also bedtime, so I subtract 2 units. But I know that if I take 6 units I’m likely in for a nighttime
In the not-so-distant future, worshipping God not only goes out of vogue, but becomes illegal, and worship of the body takes center stage. Too fat? Too thin? Too old? Too ugly? If you don’t look like Ken or Barbie, it’s all right to rejoice, because gyms, spas, lipo and face-lift clinics have become places of
Mmmmmm nothing more annoying than when the barista puts in regular syrup instead of sugarfree, except maybe not realizing that until four hours later.
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