That One Time With The Glucagon

It was the beginning of first grade. One at a time, each of us would go over to the big round table in the corner and read through a picture book with Mrs. P so that she could get a gauge on our reading levels. When it was my turn though, something was wrong.

I’m usually a very strong reader for my age, but now.. I couldn’t make sense of the letters on the page. Not just that, my vision was swimming and I couldn’t even really see the page properly.

Then it was black.

My vision was dark, only vaguely seeing colors and shapes in my surroundings, but I could hear Mrs. P frantically sending someone to go get the teacher across the hall. I was in her arms… how did I get there?

We were moving across the center of the school, me hanging like a lifeless doll in her arms as she runs past the flagpole at the center of campus and toward the office.

Then I’m on the little cushioned bed in the nurse’s office. I see the red case of the glucagon, and then… suddenly (aka several minutes later)… I’m awake. Mrs. P and just about every person who works in the office is standing around, looking relieved.

The nurse says cheerfully, as the nurse seems to always manage to be, “Well Laura, we just had quite a scare! Your mom is on her way to come get you though, so you get the day off!”

Not even five minutes later, my mom rushes in, hugs me tightly, hugs Mrs. P, hugs the nurse, and then hugs me again. We leave school, and go out for lunch.

The next day, I find out my reading level. It was fairly low compared to my peers in the advanced reading group, and I was a bit salty that I didn’t even get to retake the reading test. 


Alright so we’ll just pretend that I have an excuse for disappearing for like an entire month and just continue on as if it never happened, okay? Okay. 

Also I would like to note that this is probably not exactly how these events went down, due to the fact that I was 6 when it happened and I was also dangerously low. 

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Seriously Yummy Low-Carb Pancakes!

Since my success with eating low carb yesterday, I’ve been browsing through lots of Keto recipes, looking for things I might like to try. I stumbled upon this ridiculously tasty pancake recipe, and it was actually easy enough for me to not mess up! A miracle!

Here’s what you’ll need:

  • 2oz of softened cream cheese
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 tblsp almond flour/meal
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract

Just get an oiled pan/griddle heated to medium, or even a bit lower than that. Then, mix everything together. Pour into pan and cook like you would normally with regular pancakes!

Here’s one, still in progress:

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I made eggs and bacon to go along with. Obviously, you don’t have to haha.

Honestly I’m not sure that I can tell the difference between these and regular (thin) pancakes. They’re freaking DELISH.

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I ate them with some zero calorie (and zero carb!) Walden Farms Pancake Syrup and Walden Farms Chocolate Syrup. Mostly because I couldn’t decide which one I wanted. I’ve just recently gotten these, and they’re both shockingly good. I think I may prefer the pancake syrup just a touch, but I’ve always been slightly addicted to maple syrup 😜I got these and a few other Walden Farms things from netrition.com, because this was the cheapest place I could find them.

And just because I wanted to test to make sure it was all as low carb as I thought, here is where I was just as I started eating:

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And here is where I was about 3 hours later:

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(I bolused for 5 carbs worth, with virtually no pre-bolus)

Here’s the nutrition info for the entire batch of pancakes, which I got from a recipe calculator:

  • Total Carbs: 5.1g
  • Total Fat: 32.7g
  • Protein: 18.3g
  • Calories: 390.1
  • Dietary Fiber: .8g (I didn’t personally subtract this out when bolusing)

(That doesn’t include eggs or bacon.. just the pancakes. I guess theoretically it includes the syrups because they’re zero for all of those 😝)

Diabetic (Offline) Community: The Nurse’s Office

I know that the story you hear from many diabetics here online is that they always felt alone until they found the DOC. Personally, this isn’t my story.

I have always known other diabetic kids. Some of my earliest memories are of diabetic play groups, going to JDRF walks and awards events, and going to Fun for Type One events. When I was young my parents made sure that we were very involved in the diabetes community, which honestly, after hearing how isolated so many people felt, I’m super thankful for.

I’m not sure if where I live just so happens to have a higher concentration of diabetic kids or something, but when I think of where I interacted most with other diabetics, my middle school’s nurses’ office comes to mind. In my three years there, there were at least 4 other diabetic kids who went into the office every day to check their bloodsugars. We’d compete for who had the best number, we’d lend a test strip to someone who had run out, and we’d offer sympathy if anyone was feeling terrible due to bad numbers.

Outside of the nurse’s office, we weren’t friends, and we didn’t really even see each other. But nevertheless, we all got along beautifully.

That’s the thing about the diabetes community at large– no matter how different we are, or how little we have in common, we seem to all bond fairly deeply over diabetes.

(It certainly seems to give us oodles of conversation material at least)

So.. I Was Gone For a Bit.

In typical fashion, I gave up on this blog, and really on my diabetes altogether for a bit. Ah well, having recently gotten an A1C of 10.2 I figure it’s time to get back on the horse.

In the months since I’ve last make an effort with my health, a LOT has happened. I learned of all of the colleges I’d gotten into. I decided where I’d be going next year. I graduated high school. I went to Europe for 2 weeks. I took my medication and ignored my medication and felt the consequences. I got a new diabetes gadget.

Really, too much to explain all in detail, so I’ll skip straight to the parts you possibly care about (aka the diabetic parts).

In my last post, I mentioned that my endo had given me Jardiance. For several months I took it diligently even though I wasn’t sure if it was even doing anything other than making me have to pee constantly. While I was taking it, I was being my typical lazy-ass self and doing next to nothing to manage my diabetes. We’re talking like twice-weekly bloodsugar testing. When I got my A1C however, I had a 7.9.

There was absolutely nothing going on in my diabetes management that ought to have gotten me such a good A1C. Sure, 7.9 isn’t ideal but it was a hell of a lot better than what I normally had.

Failing to make the connection between this mysterious drop in A1C and my medication, I stopped taking it (without even consulting my endo. Shame on me!). Aaaand that brought us to last weeks 10.2. SO, I’m back on Jardiance, and I’ve not had many bgs over 180 since. Obviously, your diabetes may vary.

In other diabetes-related news, I got a new toy literally yesterday.

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Ahhh so pretty 😱

So, if anyone looks back a few posts on my blog, you’ll notice that I have the Minimed 530g pump — which has a built in CGM. So WHY you may ask yourself, do I need a Dexcom CGM?

Welp. If I’m honest I never really liked nor trusted my Medtronic CGM. ESPECIALLY with it’s nighttime alarms, because just laying on it could trigger a false low.

I’d also been thinking about switching pumps. Originally, I was going for the Animas Vibe so I could continue in the path of integrated CGMs. I told my endo this, however, and he strongly suggested I just get the separate CGM because the tech is newer/smarter and of course, I could upgrade it much more easily without having to wait years for my pump to be upgradeable.

So now I’m back to carrying two gadgets, although Dex is so pretty that I really don’t mind. (I’ve got a snazzy case in the mail for it as well 😍)

This leaves me still trying to decide what I ought to pick as my next insulin pump. I’ve been leaning toward the T:Slim, although my parents have required that my endo give his seal of approval before we move forward on that one. At the same time though.. I’m quite interested in possibly going tubeless and heading for the Omnipod. Or maybe I should just go for something sort of familiar and get an Animas Ping? Ack. I don’t know, too many options.

I suppose I’ll stop rambling now, as this post has somehow managed to include about 5 different subjects. HOPEFULLY, I won’t give up on the blog quite so quickly this time!

“I’m Sorry That I Almost Killed You”

Yeah, so that is how yesterday’s endo appointment started. He profusely apologized for the little mishap we had in December when he asked me to try Trulicity.

If you’ve ever heard of Trulicity or if you take a second to Google it, you will see that it is designed to treat Type 2. I know that, my doctor knows that, but he loves experimentation and apparently he has had other T1 patients have success with it.

I did not have success with it.

Trulicity is an injection whose effects last a week. When my doctor gave it to me, he said, “You might get a tiny bit nauseous but I don’t think it will really effect you.”

Que an entire week of almost constant nausea and vomiting. I would literally throw up anything I put in my mouth and I was living off of sips of Powerade.

My numbers were fantastic, but then I wasn’t eating anything so that’s not really surprising.

Before the week was up my mom had made several calls to my endo’s office and I was told I should not take my next Trulicity injection.

So yeah. I still love my endo, he’s just asked me to try some pill that I don’t remember the name of, and I’ll be back to see him in 4 weeks.

Also, shockingly, my A1C was 7.9, after three months of minimal management. I’m pretty surprised. Hopefully next time around we can improve that further.

“Diet” Coke

To me, ending up with a bloodsugar so high that I throw up feels like utter failure. The reason being I know I could have and should have been able to prevent it, and while feeling shitty about my failure to manage my disease properly, I also feel like utter shit.

Today was one of those days. I’m currently typing this out on my phone while sitting on the floor of my bathroom.

Really, this wasn’t entirely my fault. I went out to barbecue with some friends, and bolused for the various sauces that were on my meal of mainly meat. What I’m fairly sure happened was that I was given regular coke instead of diet and didn’t pick up on the difference. Otherwise, I’m not sure what else would have sent me up into the 400s. 

Either way, I should have been keeping a closer eye on my CGM. It beeped at me midway through the meal saying I was high, at 165 or something like that. I assumed it was a bit of a spike from the food because I hadn’t bolused quite fast enough. No big deal, right? Kept enjoying my night with friends.

A couple hours later, I get home and my CGM buzzes at me, saying “OVER 400”.

I don’t know what I’m trying to say here really. I don’t feel good and I feel defeated by diabetes and cursed by that stupid coke.

I’m not trying to be bitter or mopey here really, I know that I’ll be back down soon (my CGM now says I’m 268 with two down arrows) and I’ll feel better. Sometimes shit happens, and then it passes, and then everything is back to normal. Looking forward to being back to normal in the next couple hours here.

Sorry for my grumpy post today, I hope your day is going much better than mine.