Meme time!

I finished my video last night (!!!!!!) but since it's not quite ready to post (I need permission from a couple people), here's a meme to tide us over. I found this on sixuntilme, and I love memes, and it's been waiting for a while, so here.
(Note: I did finish my video last night, but then this morning I decided it wasn't quite right, so I went back and changed a few things. But NOW it's completely finished. No more changes. XD)

What type of diabetes do you have: Type 1. (NOT 'the worst type'. There IS NO 'worst type'.)

When were you diagnosed: October 13th, 2009, 11 o'clock PM.

What's your current blood sugar: *sighs* *goes to get meter* *tests* 8.3 mmol/L (149 mg/dL). Not too bad./ Okay, that was yesterday. (Surprising how long it takes to do one post.) Now it's 6.7, but I just had a [rare] bagel, so it won't stay there for long.

What kind of meter do you use: OneTouch Ping. I've tried using other ones, and much as I loved them, the fact that they didn't connect to my pump for record purposes bothered me. I think I'm going to try and use a different one for my trip to Europe though. There's that awesome little red one upstairs...I can see the photoset now...on top of the Eiffel Tower, outside Big Ben...hm...XD

How many times a day do you test your blood sugar: 4 on a really bad day. Usually between 6 and 10.

What's a "high" number for you: 'Ein' high is above 10 (180). 'Oops' high is above 13 (234) and 'Oh dear' high is above 16 (288). 

What do you consider "low": Anything under 4.0 (72).

What's your favorite low blood sugar reaction treater: I usually use glucose tabs (tropical fruit flavour is the BEST), but recently my friend M introduced me to Clif's ShotBloks, which are these delicious gummy sugary squares that taste like jello berries and work awesomely fast.

Describe your dream endo: Compassionate, talkative, listens to me, talks TO me, understands. Pretty close to who I have now, actually. :)

What's your biggest diabetes achievement: (Oops, missed this one). Probably going to Nova Scotia alone[ish]. Europe will usurp that one for sure though.

What's your biggest diabetes-related fear: A really bad low in the night. Any low in the night, actually. Still haven't had one. *knock on wood*

Who's on your support team: My parents, my brother, the rest of my family, my friends, my doctors, even my Sparks...pretty much everyone that I care about.

Do you think there will be a cure in your lifetime: I've been told many times that there will be. I've been told that I won't have to pay for a pump when I hit the over-18 mark because I won't need one. I've been told lots, and I know that science is getting close, and while I don't think it'll be right away, I think that there will be a cure - or at least a permanent treatment (like islet cell whateveritis) - in my life.

What is a "cure" to you: A cure would mean not having to take insulin. I'm sure I would still have to check my blood sugar, but maybe not as often or as regularly? A cure would be having something that gives me insulin without me having to think about it. (Hm. Sounds like a pancreas.)

The most annoying thing people say to you about your diabetes is: (Upon seeing Bubbles) 'You must have it real bad.' NONONONO. I don't 'have it bad'. I 'have it regular', and that regular needs treatment. OR 'I probably shouldn't offer you these [candies or cookies or whathaveyou], should I?' YES YOU SHOULD. I like candy. I can eat candy. Sometimes I choose not to eat candy, but that DOES NOT mean that you shouldn't offer it. That just makes me feel left out and sad.

What is the most common misconception about diabetes: That it sucks. Well, it does suck most of the time, but when I look back on the big scheme of things and see everything that it's given me, there is no suckiness at all.
Another misconception that I hate is that I can't eat sugar. I CAN. Sometimes I don't WANT to, but I CAN.

If you could say one thing to your pancreas, what would it be: Please give me back my ability to eat bagels all the time. I love bagels. I want them back. Please.

Walk fundraising has begun!

I finally pulled my leaky site, and it turns out the cannula was bent. Like, BENT. In half. Not even half in my body. So I have no idea why I wasn't high all night. *throws hands in air in a major shrug/Igiveup*

Today I actually did stuff. My long-overdue JDRF Donordrive page is up, as the Walk to Cure Diabetes is coming up fairly quickly. You should go visit my page! http://jdrfca.donordrive.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=donordrive.participant&participantID=182405
My fundraising goal this year is at least $750, as I want to do all that I can to help JDRF in their quest for a cure. I greatly appreciate every donation, every well-wisher, everything that anyone can do. As I said in the blurb, I love each and every one of you that reads this blog - even if I don't know you - because sometimes, support is all we need.
Every penny counts here (even though we don't have pennies anymore! XD), and I appreciate all of it.

And on another note, I'm going to finish my video tonight. Or tomorrow. DEFINITELY before the week ends. If Sony music would just GET BACK TO ME, that would be nice... (You hear me, Sony music licensing? Your form said allow three to four business days. Well, I've allowed four months worth of business days. Anytime you're ready...)

A leak?

Whoops...it's been a while, hasn't it. Sorry.

Well, now that I have something to say, here we are. :)

I had a yucky run of highs yesterday - it turns out my site was [a lot] older than it should have been. I hadn't been checking all too often 'cause I was babysitting and things just tend to slip my mind. I changed my site last night to my stomach (from my leg) so that it would be more absorbent and hopefully bring my bloods down. (Blood sugar is just too long.)

So today, I promised I'd test more as I was still coming down from the wicked highs. (Woke up at 11.3, which is okay, but not good enough for me.)
My first test was an hour or so before lunch, and when the screen read 20.3 (365), I didn't believe it. I'd bolused for breakfast, fresh site, the works! XD So I washed my hands and tested again; 20.8. No.

I corrected, hopeful that it would work. 5 units. After the beeps finished (I'd been holding my site to make sure it went in), I felt something wet and I was really confused before I looked and realized that this was a leaky site. Actually leaking, as in none-of-the-insulin-went-in-it-all-stayed-on-my-skin leaky. This has never happened before.

So I changed my site and re-corrected. I was mad, especially seeing as this site was less than 12 hours old.

I'd heard of leaky sites, and thought I'd had one before, but no. THIS was a leaky site. And I hope it never happens again. I still smell like insulin. I haven't figured out why it leaked, as I have yet to pull it. It's just so beautiful...so young...

The bracelet came off...

I took my camp bracelet off last night.

I've been wearing it since the end of diabetes camp, and my original goal was to wear to the beginning of next camp (which I can't go to).

I didn't want to take it off, partly because I'm so proud of myself for wearing it for so long, but partly because somewhere in my head felt like that was the last thing connecting me to camp - a thin thread pulled to the breaking point.

But I realize now that that's ridiculous. Sure, it means that the physicalness of camp is gone, but the memories stay. Even more so now - every time I look at my bare wrist I remember a snippet of camp and I can't help but smile. I may not remember every little thing, but I do remember the important things. I remember laughing, and canoeing, and sitting on the warm grass talking. I remember feeling involved and loved and special. I remember warm fuzzies and bracelet-making and haunted houses. I remember the things that make camp CAMP, and no one can ever take that away.

I may not be able to go next year, and I may no longer have a bracelet to remember it by, but camp will always be in my heart no matter what happens.
Also, this doesn't mean that I have to get rid of the bracelet - I just have to take it off my wrist. (Especially considering how painful it is right now to even move my wrist because of all the dry skin D: ). I'll keep it safe - maybe with my warm fuzzies - and every once in a while I'll get it out and go back to those wonderful two weeks. Those two weeks that will always, ALWAYS be in my heart. <3

False information.

Let's start at the beginning of this story - I'm going to Europe this summer with Girl Guides.
It's gonna be AWESOME!

Right now we're getting into the health stuff - putting diabetes on health forms and such.
I got sent some information today from somebody wanting to know if it was correct.
I won't put it all here because it's long, but it's hilarious. I just can't even.

I won't even get into how out-of-date it is (I don't think it's officially called insulin shock anymore) - also hypo/hyperglycemia can be caused by so much more than just excess/lack of insulin.

But the thing that got me the most? 'Symptoms of diabetic coma.' It goes on to list the symptoms of really high blood sugars. Which is really funny, 'cause I don't know 'bout you, but I'm thinking the symptoms of a diabetic coma are 'lying on the ground, unconscious and unresponsive'. Pretty sure that's what a coma means.

I shouldn't find this funny, 'cause it really is serious. But I can't not. "Are you in a diabetic coma?" "I don't know, am I?"

So many lies. Be careful of what you take to be true! :)

No tears.

I went to see Les Miserables again last night. The third time was just as awesome as the first.

I still didn't cry. But last night, I figured out why.

Les Miserables is not a story of sadness. It may be about suffering and sadness, but it's not a sad story. It may seem to be a story of death, destruction and hopelessness, but it's not a sad story.

It's not about the sadness, the Miserableness. It's about friendship, love, freedom, dreams, hope. It's a story of love and hope and sacrifice, and while that may make you cry, I can't help but smile.

I JUST REALIZED that it's a story about freedom, equality and brotherhood! Those french things! WHOA!

And also, I guarantee that nowhere will you ever find a bigger Les Miserables nerd than me, and if you can prove me wrong I will lay my soul at your feet. XD