tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933830155805981342024-03-13T03:13:37.387-05:00The Diabetic CamperThis a Blog for Type 1 diabetics, Campers, outdoor enthusiasts with diabetes and all sorts of stuff for anyone that likes to be outdoors. I have lots of Product reviews for outdoor diabetics, Suggestions for Diabetics, and fun diabetic items.The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.comBlogger466125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-10447608976737384452021-01-20T11:29:00.000-06:002021-01-20T11:29:16.524-06:00Do compromises work?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiti6QAHCkQnBZvTLkJ754KDCKp-wMchm6kqrG1pQQE7djmxakSrc37ARSGb6JGJdG96NmI9xK09cXkaWlGFr7JDIyUjqheAp2NzolHLK_jo-ocPKfNyoPk2XD0ki8NaDKBinGTPBITFqe/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiti6QAHCkQnBZvTLkJ754KDCKp-wMchm6kqrG1pQQE7djmxakSrc37ARSGb6JGJdG96NmI9xK09cXkaWlGFr7JDIyUjqheAp2NzolHLK_jo-ocPKfNyoPk2XD0ki8NaDKBinGTPBITFqe/" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Heather and I have adapted our lives to the pandi. The camping trips we had planned around festivals were canceled and our other trips were reviewed for rona guidelines. Once we cleaned up our calendar we filled in the weekends with pandi approved rona minimizing trips. What we came up with was to focus our camping trips on water based activities. To keep us from getting rona we realized that renting a kayak was deemed too risky so we looked into purchasing one. We are two peas in a pod and love doing things together so a tandem kayak was definitely our focus. The only problem with either buying a couple of kayaks or one tandem kayak is the amount of garage space they would occupy. We found a great deal on a used tandem kayak and almost purchased it until I thought to measure the garage to see if it could fit. Of course we found out that loading, unloading, storing, and transporting a kayak or two kayaks was going to be too much so we almost gave up. Then we came across these blowup kayaks and at first we thought of them as for kids and for use in a pool. The more we researched the more we figured that a blowup kayak was adult friendly, cost effective, and easy to store. There are downsides to having a blow up kayak compared to a regular hard shell kayak. The blow up kayaks are not built for speed so there is a "right" speed to go when traveling and anything faster just wastes energy and it becomes a hassle to steer. Then they get a little uncomfortable after about two hours. Then you start to get a little antsy in the seat, which then brings us to the last part and they are a little more unstable getting in and out of.<p></p><p>The end result works perfectly for us because we set reasonable expectations, did the research, and looked at solutions that filled as many "must have" items in a nonbiased approach. We knew that this hobby might be just a fad for us so spending alot of money and storing something we rarely used was a big factor. So how does this relate to all of you and your type 1 juvenile sugar diabetes? When looking at how each of us manage our type 1 juvenile sugar diabetes we should all do a SWOT (strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and threats) analysis on ourselves to understand who we are. Then look at what options are available to you weather it be a bionic smart insulin pump, a regular insulin pump, a tubeless insulin pump, or multiple daily injections. I personally know that technology is a weakness of mine and that I camp alot so a futuristic bionic smart insulin pump would be a threat away from civilization. The tubeless insulin pumps hit my weakness of being a klutz and I knock them off all the time. The regular insulin pumps are a threat to me because I am forgetful so making sure I have plenty of insulin in the reservoir is another weakness. My strength is my routine and taking a shot of long term insulin twice a day works on my strength. Then I love the shock and awe of pulling out my insulin at a restaurant and being the center of attention while injecting myself with insulin so daily injections isn't perfect by no means but it is the best compromise for my SWOT analysis. I have been on all sorts of insulin pump therapies and the good thing is to always keep an open eye and understand if something isn't working for you then it might be time to analyze and maybe try something different. So never criticize or demoralize anyone for how they are controlling their type 1 juvenile sugar diabetes. Remember that your life and SWOT is different than everyone else life and SWOT so don't look down on MDI people like myself, instead understand that type 1 juvenile sugar diabetes is all about making the right compromises to live a happy and fulfilled life and always be open to understanding why other type 1 juvenile sugar diabetes therapy cultures do things the way the do. </p>The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-71847126903915200972021-01-19T12:54:00.000-06:002021-01-19T12:54:07.866-06:00Make the most of what you have<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQHiXDMoDGxYiVXDY5ZWJmylbeqA_igUxHRBKtZcv0yD7VSlVWmBFRdQUDUlBL22uacy5bjWVqNCs7KkFZqhHmO7OkBdnbwf3sZW8z2LbVPc7UuDdy2HE02oeV9WSeDaUBgjTpmD7Nsq_/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQHiXDMoDGxYiVXDY5ZWJmylbeqA_igUxHRBKtZcv0yD7VSlVWmBFRdQUDUlBL22uacy5bjWVqNCs7KkFZqhHmO7OkBdnbwf3sZW8z2LbVPc7UuDdy2HE02oeV9WSeDaUBgjTpmD7Nsq_/" width="180" /></a></div><br /> I love trying new things. They are even better when they are free and easy. Recently Heather and I went camping at <a href="https://tpwd.texas.gov/state-parks/sea-rim" target="_blank">Sea Rim State Park</a>. This park is on the gulf coast where Louisiana and Texas meet. The atmosphere is interesting where the swamp meets the gulf so you can see alligators while hanging out at the beach. <p></p><p>When we travel to a new area the research starts with searching for things one must see, then there are things one must eat, then there are things one must do. A travel plan and daily itinerary is formed from what we find in the results of our searches and one of those items I found was to go blue crab fishing. </p><p>Blue crab fishing from what I found on <a href="https://youtu.be/FAnYYccfOoo" target="_blank">youtube</a> consists of a rope with a chicken neck tied to it and a net. I don't know why it had to be a chicken necks but this seemed easy and fun. Well we had brought a Cornish game hen to eat as one of our dinners but the recent damp warm air made the mosquitos impossible to be outside of our camper in the evenings to cook. We don't cook in the camper because well it just takes away that feeling of camping. We altered our evening dinner plans to heading to town and enjoying the local seafood restaurants. I used our now defunct dinner plans as bait and some simple 550 paracord that I usually keep way too much of laying around in my truck and I was off and fishing for blue crab.</p><p>With my first toss out I had a bite and gently pulled in my blue crab catch and I was hooked. This blue crab fishing thing was easy and absolutely a blast. Heather even enjoyed watching me pull in crab after crab while trying to get a single bar of coverage on her phone to find an interesting place to eat dinner. You are wondering how this relates to diabetes and why is this important? Living with the type 1 juvenile sugar diabetes is hard and it sneaks up on you. I have had it for 33 years and it has given me a couple of heart attacks and kidney disease but, by surrounding myself with positive people and being willing to try things and actively checking off my bucket list items. I feel so happy and love everything about life. There are no more marathons for me, there are no more triathlons for me, and there are no more 100 mile bike rides for me. Does any of this make me feel sad or down? Not at all, because I have done them and now that I can't do them I can move on and catch blue crabs(or any other fun activity) with Heather and keep creating good times with the things that I can do. So from me to all of you: don't waste time being angry or sad about diabetes, surround yourself with positive people, do things that you can do that make you happy, and do it now! Who knows what type 1 juvenile sugar diabetes will bring you tomorrow but today there is the opportunity for your blue crab fishing activity with fun friends to make you happy.</p><p>Thanks,</p><p>The Diabetic Camper</p><p><br /></p>The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-13399303311639042402017-01-23T15:11:00.002-06:002017-01-23T15:11:58.159-06:00seeing things from another point of view<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have always had a love of BBQ but I have always loathed what it did to my less than perfect care of my diabetes. Not that I have ever really deprived myself of the tender slow cooked meats that are yummy to my tummy but what I did was limit my eating of BBQ. Reserving this fatty delicacy for limited special occasions with friends.<br />
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This was all good with me because we all understand that diabetes is a disease of constant let downs, people monitoring us, public humiliation, and daily struggles. I set up my BBQ colander schedule a touch lower than my fried chicken schedule which is once a quarter. So BBQ was more like twice a year. This made me choose to only go to the best places for BBQ and for occasions where I really wanted a 24 hour struggle with blood sugars on a rocket shooting for the sky while I tried to figure out the carb count on the sauce, fat, protein, and mysterious other things that might be in a particular style of meat (plus I can't seem to avoid a heaping amount of cobbler with BBQ, but lets not focus on that issue today). <br />
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Recently I had one of those "Ah-Ha" moments in my life while on a trip to the hill country in Texas with my lady friend. I realized that if I have a more German style of BBQ which consists of a dry cooking method and the BBQ is served with a vinegar sauce then I am practically eating zero carbs and if I limit myself to one serving of quality cobbler than it is actually simple to have a steady 150 blood sugar after eating and keeping them there for the next day. <br />
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Last Saturday my lady friend and I attended a BBQ, grilling, outdoor cooking class where the world renowned chef Tim Byres taught us how to cook steaks and vegetables actually in a fire. Not on a grill, or in a smoker, but throwing them straight into the coals of the fire. We learned about making dry rubs and how cooking doesn't have to be a sanitized clean event all the time. I would say that this was the "Ah-Ha" door opening up even more where now we can grill more flavor with less carbs and with less fatty meats then just BBQ.<br />
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I know this seems like a lot of rambling from a less than perfect diabetic to those of you out there who are excellent at depriving yourself of certain foods, and can exercise multiple times a day and have an A1C below 5.0 but for those of us that like a healthy 7.0 on up A1C and enjoy living all of life to the fullest and not skipping out on any part of it and eating a variety of food, I hope you see that if we just change how we look at something we can make it work. Keeping an open mind and positive attitude towards the dark side of diabetes will put more victories in your life and obstacles will change into opportunities of fun.The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-31928204610669740892016-08-25T16:48:00.003-05:002016-08-25T16:48:41.033-05:00My first Diabetes Camp!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As a kid I remember my mother once asking me if I wanted to attend a summer camp program for just diabetics. I was diagnosed with the juvenile diabetes at age 13 and I had been to all sorts of cub scout day camps, webelos over night camps, and two boy scout camps by this ripe age of my life. I had lots of camp experiences and really loved going to summer camp but the thought of going to a diabetes summer camp only brought thoughts of those black and white video's of Nazi concentration camps from world war 2. You know the ones where they are all just standing along the fence and just look like they want to be anywhere else in the world at that moment. So my response to my mother was not just no, but H E double hockey sticks no! I lived the diabetes hermit life till my mid 20's and didn't want much of anything to do with diabetes or anyone to know that I had it until I found a support group that changed my life and converted me to be a way outspoken person about my diabetes to any random stranger that will listen to me.<br />
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I am now a full grown adult juvenile diabetic and I was able to find a diabetes camp that would let me be an instructor. The experience was so much fun to talk to kids about diabetes and to let them know that it doesn't go away after you turn 18, and to discuss favorite treatments for lows and favorite meters and all sorts of stuff. If you have the diabetes or know of anyone with the diabetes. I strongly suggest that you attend a camp or volunteer with a camp. Think about little me and how I was so alone all my life not knowing that I wasn't a bad person or not taking care of myself properly because I was scared to be around others with diabetes for so long. I can't wait till next year and see all the friends I made at diabetes camp. It's so much fun to be able to speak native diabetes language with others and not have to decipher it to English for the non-diabetes people in the world.The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-84425759158225576562016-04-06T18:24:00.001-05:002016-04-06T18:24:35.031-05:00What is diabetes freedom?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My buddy Don and myself recently completed the JDRF mentor training program. The mentor training is for people who have diabetes for some time to be matched with newbies that have been diagnosed with type 1 diabetes and we mentor them on the things medical professionals can't help out with like integrating life and diabetes together. If I have one thing that I advocate for the most is, to get as many people with diabetes together or to communicate in any possible way and to allow them to discuss any and every part of diabetes that affects their life. It can be such an isolation disease and growing up and hearing all the horror stories of peoples relatives and grandparents who didn't take care of themselves and had fingers and toes cut off. Then the diabetes police monitoring every move I make or the people who have read the inquirer and heard about how eating something random like cheese, aloe vera juice, and cinnamon cures diabetes in dead mice or something. That only makes us be that much more isolated because if we don't tell anyone that we have diabetes then no one will know and sometimes that is a good thing, and sometimes it is a bad thing. Like when I was thought to be shoplifting but I just walked out of the store with my stuff I didn't buy and laid on the concrete in front of the store till the police showed up and they realized that I was either the worst thief or had something wrong with me. So they had the fire people show up and give me some of that D50 stuff and all was good. For some reason the couldn't see the massive silver medical alert bracelet on my arm, or the card in my wallet, or not even the funny insulin pump on my hip. <br />
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So Back to mentor training class, we learned a lot but were kind of sad when they let us know that since about half the people there were random adults with Type 1 diabetes that we probably will never get to be a mentor because they like to match random moms with other random moms that have kids of the same age together as a match and they just don't get many newly diagnosed adults so they appreciate us coming but really didn't need us. Which then that got an interesting discussion started. As kids with type 1 diabetes we are constantly assisted by our parents and family members with it all. Schools help us out by teachers being pissed off that we are low during a test and about to die but sure Dave just go get some juice from the nurse to live. Which they have to tell use once we come back that we really need to take better care of ourselves and not have that happen again during their class time, sorry that might accidentally be something that happened to me in 9th grade. Anyways back to my interesting thought on life and diabetes. When we graduate from school and go off into our lives for work, vocational training, or college it seems that all this support stuff and everything just goes away. <br />
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I went through a lot of diabetes depression after high school and really just said "F this" and stopped caring about my blood sugars or anything like that. Then I just started going to the doctor once every six months to get prescriptions updated and I basically just forgot that I had diabetes but to test like once or twice a day and to shoot up enough insulin to keep me from getting sick. I then had a hot diabetes educator that I loved seeing (for all the obvious reasons) and she was a type 1 as well (she was married but heck maybe she could help out a fellow diabetic with a friend or something) and she started a diabetes support group. I was a bit scared about it at first because I had this fear of being in the same place with someone with the same disease and they are judging me or what I thought diabetes camp would be like when my mom asked me if I wanted to go as a kid. All I could imagine are those Nazi war camps that all the people were starving at. That is what I thought diabetes camp would be like. So I finally went to the meeting and turns out it was a life changing experience. I learned that I was not the only one with diabetes that have ever been high or had issues controlling it. I then wanted to always know diabetics and have them in my life as people I can turn to and get advice, help or good comedy from.<br />
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The mentor class started this discussion as to how can we visit people with diabetes who haven't seen a doctor in a while or are having withdraw and loneliness feelings. The sad thing is that we can't intrude into peoples lives and force them to be kick ass like myself or all my buddies and to make non diabetics jealous because we look like we are having the times of our lives. I once had a coworker who couldn't stand the smell of smoke or the act of smoking, but they wanted every smoker to take their smoke brakes and to enjoy smoking. I thought this was so odd but they told me something that I will never forget and which I actually put into my own life. They said to me that freedom isn't standing up for your own rights and beliefs, it's standing up for the rights and beliefs of those that you don't believe in. He told me that if they take smoking away then what is going to stop them from taking something away that he enjoys doing. That really hit something in me and I guess that is why I am glad gay people can get married, why should we have divorce to only straight people? They should get the right to enjoy it as well, same thing with medical drugs or alcohol and that vapor stuff. I don't want any part of it but I do enjoy that it is a choice for me not to do. That is the same thing with adult type 1 diabetics, its sad that we all aren't in cool kid diabetes groups and stuff but it is our freedom to be three toed sloth looking or bitter at the world. I just want every type 1 diabetic on the planet to have the knowledge and opportunity to live half the diabetes life I live or to be around half the diabetic people I have been around in my life. So I will keep spreading the word that there is always a group for you if you have type 1 diabetes, you just have to be receptive to it all.The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-66817279219207799862016-02-10T17:25:00.001-06:002016-02-10T17:25:58.484-06:00Artistic Family Members<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am about the least skilled person with my hands. That doesn't bother me since I am freakin awesome with the comedy but I do always wish I could do anything besides comb my hair, wipe my butt, and feed myself with my hands. On the other hand, I have family members that are amazing with what they can do with their hands and one of them is my <a href="https://jackgoolsbyclay.carbonmade.com/" target="_blank">Uncle Jack</a> who grew up in New Orleans and went to school for pottery. I have always loved my <a href="https://jackgoolsbyclay.carbonmade.com/" target="_blank">uncle's</a> pots, bowls, and mugs. Not because he is family but the earthy colors he uses in the glazes are just exactly my favorite colors. He and I have similar tastes in art so that is probably why he does so much stuff that I really enjoy. The only part of his work that I am not the biggest fan of is probably the gargoyles he does, but faces and stuff like that always scare me. I don't like dolls either, I think it was the movie Poltergeist that scared me out of that stuff. Above is a picture I took of my <a href="https://jackgoolsbyclay.carbonmade.com/" target="_blank">Uncle</a> while visiting the family in Richmond, VA. He is standing in front of his local art exhibition.<br />
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<span id="goog_1244622692"></span><span id="goog_1244622693">One think my <a href="https://jackgoolsbyclay.carbonmade.com/" target="_blank">Uncle</a> and my entire family are horrible at is marketing and promoting ourselves and talents. He makes the most amazing coffee mugs and beer steins ever and has recently started selling them at the local coffee shop where he offers a free cup of coffee with every coffee cup purchased for a limited time. The owner of the shop loves his coffee cups so much that my <a href="https://jackgoolsbyclay.carbonmade.com/" target="_blank">Uncle</a> has been asked to do more at the store and they share in the proceeds, like a win-win situation. Over the Christmas season he sent me the awesome covered pot you see in the picture above with a batch of home made pralines (I freakin love pralines). I loved the covered pot so much that I want my diabetes laden ashes put in it when I die it is so cool. I love the greens, tan and touch of blue mixed in on the pot. I told him that he really needs to find a person who can do the marketing of his pottery and promote his work so that he can get more of this amazing stuff into peoples hands. Everyone who has coffee at my place asks me where I got my coffee cups from because they are not only beautiful but also comfortable in your hands. So this week I got a surprise email from my <a href="https://jackgoolsbyclay.carbonmade.com/" target="_blank">Uncle</a> that had a link to his first website where he is selling his ware and showcasing his works. </span><br />
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So if you all don't mind please visit my <a href="https://jackgoolsbyclay.carbonmade.com/" target="_blank">Uncle's</a> website <a href="https://jackgoolsbyclay.carbonmade.com/">https://jackgoolsbyclay.carbonmade.com/</a> and maybe even shoot him an email: <a href="mailto:jackgoolsby@me.com">jackgoolsby@me.com</a> because he didn't put a lot of his famous coffee mugs and steins on the website and mention that you want one of his secret diabetes friendly coffee mugs that were featured on the diabetic campers blog and he told me that you would also get 1 dollar off a 10 dollar coffee mug for a limited time.The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-45160623297737775552016-02-09T14:27:00.002-06:002016-02-09T14:27:48.916-06:002015 year of diabetes review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So here we are another year where I have let you down by barely posting on my blog. I am probably a little late to do a year in review but hey, its my blog right? I had the best year of my life so far as I can remember. It all started with the Little Rock marathon in March with one of my best buddies, then The Oklahoma city memorial marathon in April (which the year before I kinda had like heart issues and had to quit around mile 16 due to how much I enjoyed life over death). There was the tour de cure in June. August I rode in the hotter than hell 100 mile bike ride. September I participated in the Plano balloon festival half marathon and my first 70.3 distance triathlon. We did the capital to coast 226 relay run in October with a great gaggle of fellow diabetics. Then I visited my uncle and his family in Richmond, VA during the month of November and did the Richmond marathon and did a sprint triathlon with a coworker.<br />
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I think the year wasn't so great because I participated in so many events but because I felt so great and so many people helped me to accomplish these things. It's like my good buddies Don and Jeff and their little bit of poking each other all the time. Don three years ago or so was harassing Jeff that even though Jeff is a great cyclist he couldn't keep up with Don when it came to running. So after years of harassing, Jeff started running to prove to Don that he could run as well. So now Jeff runs and runs like the wind. Then Don started to harass Jeff that he couldn't swim as good as he can. Then you can guess it, Jeff started swimming last month with Don. Now they are harassing me to join them in the 2017 Houston full distance iron man. There is something about pushing someone with positive timely support. Don never gave up on trying to get Jeff to run with us over the years and Jeff finally gave in and we took him out with us and showed him the joy of running. Not the negative leaving someone or making fun of them way. Plus there is not the "we have to get ready by this date for this specific event" we know that life starts at the beginning and lasts until we are worm food so getting in shape just for a moment of our lives is the wrong way to look at it. We should think about keeping our goals: fun, realistic, attainable, measurable, and timely. Then it is something that is embedded into your life and you want to do it not because you have diabetes and you have to do it. So getting so many participation medals for traveling to see family and running a marathon, or being with one of your best friends as they complete their first marathon or calming a coworker as they rock their first sprint triathlon, and hanging out in the middle of the night in a random Texas gas station talking about life with one of my favorite diabetic buddies Mason while waiting for our next leg of the capital to coast relay are the things that made last year great. I like getting so many participation medals because it means that I am staying healthy, training with some of the greatest people in my life, and pushing myself to do things I never thought I could ever do.The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-18511910374886267222015-10-09T16:59:00.002-05:002015-10-09T16:59:49.923-05:00Ping Pong humor!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I love going to my local rec center. I have told you how I am not like captain athlete and stuff. So going to a gym and feeling the burn is about four level's above my athlete grade. So the rec center is full of random middle aged people like me fighting off the last bad meal that we ate. Wednesday nights I like to swim, oh and I realized that the more a pool is used the less pee there is in it and the rec center has teams practicing all the time in it so they have to clean, treat, and remove the pee on a very regular schedule. Anyways, Wednesday nights is also ping pong and bad mitten night at the rec center. I love being in the locker room during ping pong talk. I overheard a couple of guys talk about how you don't buy a ping pong paddle. You buy the wood or polymer that you like, then the glue and the pad separate and make your ping pong paddle. Therefore you can control the bounce and grip and all sorts of stuff. I was fascinated with this conversation. Oh, and they all carry the paddles in hilarious bags. One guy has a metal pistol case he keeps his in and most guys have those toiletry bags with their paddles and balls in them. About a month or so ago I was walking from my truck to the rec center and I heard the funniest conversation ever on the planet earth (or at least to me it was)! Like three guys were walking up to the door at the same time I was, holding their shaving kits, I mean ping pong paddle bags. Then a guy comes out by slamming the door open and all red faced saying in a loud ping pong voice: There is no F-ing ping pong tonight. The other guys are like, what? The red faced guy: They are F-ing redoing the basketball court floors again so they aren't having F-ing ping pong tonight. The other guys join in: No F-ing ping pong tonight, but it is Wednesday night and that is always F-ing ping pong night. Then another guy says, they just F-ing re-did the basketball courts, why couldn't they tell us last Wednesday that F-ing ping pong is going to be canceled for this Wednesday? This was all I got from the conversation but, to hear grown men using the "F" word with ping pong and being mad as hell was absolutely hysterical. How can anyone be mad and be able to say F-ing ping pong in a serious tone? <br />The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-86908203939386272322015-10-07T18:35:00.001-05:002015-10-07T18:35:41.563-05:00Bag of Diabetes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Back in August I was out camping. I was prepared with four spare infusion sets, long acting insulin in case my pump broke, some IV prep, and of course the usually millions of test strips and batteries. We headed out on a Friday night and by the time it was 11:00am on Saturday morning I only had one infusion set left. At this point I made the call to my good buddy Jeff who was off the wagon, I mean his pump for the past two or so years. It has been fifteen years since I haven't had a penis, I mean insulin pump attached to my belly. So he and I talked over the phone and I saved my last infusion set and went to old school diabetes 101 basics of long term insulin and short term insulin. I of course shot short on all my insulins at first not wanting to go low while pooping in the woods or anything. In the end the rest of the camping trip was a success but I lingered for more of this non pump lifestyle. So I kept my pump off for another day, then a week, and now it has been something like two months and being pump free has been the most amazing diabetes break of my life. I now know why the caged bird sings or something like that. I understand why Jeff stopped using his pump. I don't know how long I will stay this way but for now I am enjoying it. The other cool thing is that I quit using my diabetes man purse and went to another cool trick that Jeff does. He just puts his diabetes crap in a zip lock bag and goes with it. I started doing this and have loved it as well. I embrace the scared person who actually can see a needle in my bag or a vial of clear liquid. The shock and awe I see in peoples eyes finally lets me show the world that I have a disease and let me have it. Not, hey you just don't eat cookies and everything is good right, kind of society. I embrace my diabetes and if you ever want to see men and women nearly go into a panic attack, I recommend you to do the zip lock bag test and report to me what you see.<br />The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-37990882974267118522015-10-06T17:49:00.002-05:002015-10-06T17:49:31.548-05:00Biolite review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You all know that I am slightly obsessed with flashlights and lights in general. If you don't then let me tell you that I am obsessed with having a flashlight to run with, a flashlight that is brighter than the sun, a flashlight in my truck that is easily used as a weapon, and a flashlight or area light for my tent. My current tent light is approaching near death and when I replace the batteries there is always the fear of losing an eye because one of the springs isn't connected any longer and shoots out when the battery is pulled from it. Technology has come a long way in the whole area light backpacking/camping world and I have had my eye on this thing called the <a href="http://www.biolitestove.com/products/biolite-powerlight" target="_blank">powerlight</a> by <a href="http://www.biolitestove.com/products/biolite-powerlight" target="_blank">biolite</a> inc. It is an area light, a flashlight, and also has a USB thing to charge things. Then the coolest part is that you can get these LED attaching lights that connect to it and you can string them up in trees and make a outdoor party atmosphere (it does not come with a margarita mixer). The next thing I knew was it went on sale, buy the whole system and get an extra two area lights and free shipping. I was instantly sold and bought one.<br />
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It is hard to tell but this sucker is amazing! The only thing that I should have done differently is turned off the main<a href="http://www.biolitestove.com/products/biolite-powerlight" target="_blank"> powerlight</a> and just used the area lights. Plus the guys didn't make fun of me (or at least to my face they didn't). That is a huge win in my book. Right now we are having fun with an ongoing joke about "<a href="https://www.thenorthface.com/?cm_mmc=MSN-_-Brand%20Terms%20%2d%20Northeast-_-Brand%20Terms%5fExact-_-north%20face" target="_blank">North Face</a>" people. You know the types that have the rainbow North Face logo on everything they can get and drive a <a href="http://www.subaru.com/?MICROSOFT700000001070625Subaru+TP_Core71700000010401418General58700000469037081Subarup684431589743700006844315897&s_kwcid=Subaru&s_kwid=keyword&s_kwcid=Subaru?utm_source=bing_cpc&utm_medium=bing_cpc&utm_campaign=bing_cpc&gclid=CMnD6O32rsgCFYvlMgodvNgDnQ&gclsrc=ds" target="_blank">Subaru</a> while eating gourmet hand fed granola and free range chocolate bars from third world countries and stuff. So anyways we usually say something like: That is what those <a href="https://www.thenorthface.com/?cm_mmc=MSN-_-Brand%20Terms%20%2d%20Northeast-_-Brand%20Terms%5fExact-_-north%20face" target="_blank">North Face</a> people would do. Then the other person goes into a shame explanation how it was on sale and bla bla, bla. Good times with the comedy. There are all sorts of new area lights coming out that probably do a better job and are cheaper but I just love the little things that <a href="http://www.biolitestove.com/products/biolite-powerlight" target="_blank">biolite</a> put into this system to give it that extra quality and care, like they use this stuff themselves and realize that a fabric cord is so much easier and softer to roll up or the magnets to stick it to things. Small things matter in my life so this gets three syringes and a pricked finger for how awesome and good the <a href="http://www.biolitestove.com/products/biolite-powerlight" target="_blank">powerlight</a> and <a href="http://www.biolitestove.com/products/biolite-powerlight" target="_blank">area lights</a> work from <a href="http://www.biolitestove.com/products/biolite-powerlight" target="_blank">biolite</a>.<br />
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I saw this picture thing on the book of faces and had to snag it for myself. Very under rated diabetes comedy in that one. So anyways, I have always had dreams of actually almost being in the athletic crowd all my life. I kind of almost feel that way when I do marathons, but have always known that I had to do something bigger and diabetesier than that. Then I met my favorite diabetes mentor Vic. He is captain cool and ultra athletic and has allowed me to almost follow him around two steps behind him or so. Then one day he told me to do one of those 70.3 triathlon things. I almost peed my pants, puked up non diabetes friendly food, and kicked him in the shin for saying that. Complete shock. This was like two or so years ago. Ever since then I have been trying to do athlete style things and wearing athlete style outfits and eating athlete looking food. The thing was every year I would get so far then oh a heart surgery, or allergies, or diabetes would rear its ugly head up and put me out of the game for several months. Then it was start it all over again with the athlete sleeping schedule, and athlete tv shows. You get the point, that it felt like I would never stay alive or healthy long enough to actually be able to give someone lots of money to let me finish one of their 70.3 triathlon athlete events. Then this year happened, I did one marathon and felt good, did another marathon and felt good, did a 100 mile bike ride and still felt good, so I put the small fortune down to be a participant in the Redman 70.3 triathlon in August.<br />
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I was so nervous about the swim and bought a wet suit and have been in the pool most Wednesdays (not in my wet suit) trying to slightly almost keep up with the actual triathlete people or the little kids in swim classes. The funny thing was that the 1.2 mile swim was the best part. I felt like doing the 2.4 mile swim would be great. The bike was rough (Oklahoma winds just really started to get annoying after a while) and the run was of course 91 degrees in the middle of the afternoon (yes people because I am slow) but it was great. I walked a bit, ran about 3/4 of a mile, walked a bit and loved it all. I think this constant year after year, issue after issue has pushed me into just relaxing and having fun mode that I love. When I finished I was tired but knew that I beat my personal time of arrival (I figured 8 hours and did it in 7:46 hours). Baby sat my nephew that night and slept in till almost noon the next day and now I can officially say that I am almost arms distance from being only a couple of miles away from being the athlete type of person and am proud of my participation medal (we are supposed to not accept participation medals because only first through third should be able to show off their accomplishments or something like that I am told). So I am going to keep training and see if I can't be ready in just slightly under a year for the Wisconsin actual ironman official full triathlon athlete thing.<br />
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I have an update on my last post. First I have to apologize to Jules (she is the lady who writes the above blog) that when she read my last post about her blog about our dates. She was actually on time to the first date and I was late fifteen minutes because of getting turned around. I enjoyed dating her for the short time it was but am pretty sure that my complete idiot'ness and getting everything messed up has ruined my opportunity for anything more to happen (she also wasn't impressed when I read on her blog that she was going to call it off with me and I had all of you post nice things about me a winning move either, it actually did the opposite). </div>
The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-42529305143810182452015-09-30T12:22:00.000-05:002015-09-30T12:22:09.330-05:00A view from the other sideI love that there are almost many people that miss reading my blog. For some reason I have just been in like a year long or so funk and haven't had the energy to post random things that happen in my life lately. I miss it as well and have recently had a gaggle of things that I have been trying to write about but they all just come down to half baked ideas and thoughts that aren't blog worthy. Till recently when I just got the amazing juices flowing.<br />
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I have been single for a while now and dating ladies is a lot of fun. The getting to know the basics of kids, home life, and hobbies. Then the first date and everything else about the whole process is great. I embrace pretty much anything and everything that comes my way or is in my life, sometimes I embrace having diabetes too much some say. Who knows, but I just enjoy all of it and love the amazing adventures and opportunities that have come my way.<br />
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Recently I dated a lady who is right up my alley. She loves to hike, has a great personality, and is very attractive. We have been on three fun dates and then the wildest thing happened. I was on the inter-web and came across a blog that she has. How amazing is that? Another huge awesome quality we share so she earns another gold star. Curious as I am I clicked on the blog and it was like opening Pandora's box or something. Come to find out that she is like a serial dater and her blog and not to mention book she has written is all about finding guys to date and write about it on her blog. I enjoyed reading it so much because it is like seeing the dates from her point of view without telling me them directly making it more sincere and stuff. From the beginning I knew that this was not "the one" or anything. She is a brilliant thinker and I am closer to a box of wet hair in the deep thoughts category, but she has so many things that we share that dating would be fun. So here is here blog:<br />
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Oh, I almost forgot to mention that I am played by the character named "Doug" and a few small details have been left out (I think to make me seem less awesome than I already am) like that she was actually 15 minutes late to our first date breaking her own rule number 1, I asked several follow up questions to the softball game but she is a fast walker and had to try to slow down and respond which might be why she doesn't remember it all. I did apologize about being late for dates number 2 and 3, but in her defense I went right into comedy and let her know exactly where I messed up with being on time. Finally the science thing was during the movie and I enjoy short funny comments during a movie but didn't want a thesis statement about the real world and comic book wrong world science during the movie. I would have loved to hear it afterwards. My friend Ken is great at those discussions and I enjoy hearing them. Small things, but I just wanted to share. So if you would so kindly leave a quality response on her blog mentioning about how awesome this "Doug" guy sounds and lets have some fun with this! Thanks for waiting so patiently while I gear the blog back up!</div>
The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-66306535815425676632015-06-04T17:04:00.000-05:002015-06-04T17:04:39.880-05:00screws and pins!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The world of diabetes is always out to get us. No matter what we do we are at risk of not doing something or the risk of actually doing something and it all affects our diabetes. Last sunday my buddy Jeff was riding along with myself and a gaggle of other people in a "Tour de Cure" tune up ride when I first blew a tire hitting the largest street sink hole on the planet. So about eight of us fell into a second group that stayed together. When we ride we don't leave any riders behind, that should be the motto of all diabetics as well in every aspect of our lives. Anyways, back to the story at hand. We were coming up to the second rest stop at about mile 20 when my friend Robin and I stayed at a stop sign to show the rest of our group where to turn. Then we started towards the friendly gas station when we see up the hill Jeff start to turn then instantly go down. I raced to see how my favorite diabetic buddy was and he was discombobulated, a bit shocked, sore, stiff, and out of it. We knew instantly that it was time to call in for a car. Jeff and another rider leave and he decides that the pain is just enough to visit the emergency room to get a professional opinion. In the end he wound up doing some quality hip damage and in the picture above you can see one of the pins they put into his hip.<br />
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Jeff is now out of riding for something like six weeks, and not able to run for like ten weeks. He is in good spirits and we joke about how the worst place on the planet for a diabetic to ever be is a hospital because we always get dumb questions like: do you take anything else for your diabetes besides insulin? Like insulin isn't enough to take for diabetes. What I always take out of times like this, besides all the quality grandpa hip replacement jokes we get to make fun of Jeff with, is that we must always live our life to the fullest. We can't sit around and be scared of diabetes and stuff. We have to understand that anything can happen to us at any moment and doing nothing would mean not living life to the fullest. The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-62870958386118851092015-01-29T17:37:00.001-06:002015-09-30T12:29:40.352-05:00New Year!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I don't know why but it bugs me to hear people talk about new years resolutions, or even to ask me about mine. The truth is I have one every year and it is the same as the year before and I haven't broken it yet. It is to stay alive all year long. 40 years and counting and I still keep that one resolution. The truth is that living with diabetes is a constant chain of resolutions, goals, and obstacles that everyone not just us chosen few diabetics should do. There are the three month goals which is to get that A1C as close to that perfect range of 6.0 to 6.5 (OK, so that is my perfect range) where your endocrinologist isn't scared that you are having too many lows and where you feel comfortable around any other diabetic and accidentally comparing numbers (we aren't supposed to live by our numbers but that is the only thing that we have to go by). So mine is always above 7.0 and below 8.0 and that is why I just think we should just have colors instead of numbers, like green for 6.0 to 7.5 and yellow for 7.6 to 8.8 and lavender for everything else. Anyways, we then have daily carb counting and insulin regime. Then there is constant weight, sickness and everything else.<br />
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I really just enjoy doing the best I can and if one day is a failure I can pick it right back up where I fell off. With a resolution it sounds like if you break it once you can't get back to it. The idea of goals, ambitions, with lots of planning and positive influences are much better in my opinion than just thinking that since it is a new year we should just try to be better. Let's show those without the sugar diabetes that a resolution is nothing and that daily, weekly, monthly, and yearly diabetes is a bad reminder but just the hand we were dealt with to keep us between the lines. <br />
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So today is the day that all diabetics that are on the social media stuff know that the entire world comes together to celebrate diabetes (no one besides diabetics celebrate diabetes day) and how even though there isn't a cure, we don't let it stop us. I love diabetes day because I get to harass all my coworkers that hound me to wear pink on breast cancer day that I am not American if I don't wear pink on that day that they don't like diabetes because they aren't wearing blue on diabetes day (trust me I let them know that I will be hounding them on diabetes day). The thing is that diabetes day could be a great day to spread awareness but instead we have the worst marketing campaign on the planet and almost nobody knows that today they are supposed to hug and kiss their favorite diabetic or something and wear blue. I think you are supposed to also test your blood sugars, go and exercise for thirty minutes and test them again. I love the picture above, I was playing around the day after Halloween in the 50% off kids costume isle at Walmart and put on the shark thing and my good diabetic buddy Jeff spent hours doctoring up the picture with the inter-global symbol of diabetes. The awkward looking blue circle.<br />
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I think that a lot of our problems is due to the fact that there are so many forms of diabetes that are similar in only one way and that is insulin (all diabetics don't have enough of it). You have type 1 diabetes, type 2 diabetes, gestational diabetes, and juvenile diabetes. Then there are no outwardly appearances of having diabetes, I remember as a kid being depressed because everyone made fun of me because I had a disease where I couldn't eat cookies. Diabetes is the only disease that the entire world makes fun of. I was listening to the AM radio one late night going home from work and the gentlemen on the radio station were talking about Kim Jong Un the leader of north Korea and I almost got into a wreck when they went over all his illnesses like gout, cyst on his foot, high blood pressure, an addiction to swiss cheese, and the worst of all diabetes. Then they go into this rant about how diabetes is so bad that no one with it could possibly run a country so there has to be someone in the background doing everything because it is such a dilapidating disease and no ruler of a country could ever have it. I didn't know if I should be mad because I kinda like to think I could at least rule my house of one with it or happy because they understood how flippin hard it is to always have diabetes on the mind. Not to mention how much juvenile diabetes I have.<br />
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Then there are the countless weight loss commercials about reversing diabetes. I want to so badly go into these places and pay them to reverse my diabetes. How do they get away with that crap? Not to mention the cinnamon, water, aloe vera, noni juice and other crap that grows under rocks that can cure it. The good thing is that we finally are almost seeing some real progress in the bare minimum of better devices and medicines to help us control it well enough for that infamous five year cure to come around.The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-48099490019979592322014-10-23T17:37:00.000-05:002014-10-23T17:37:00.507-05:00Capital to Coast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Let me tell you something, I have met some amazing people in my life. I don't know how I have been such a fortunate person (besides the diabetes) to be around and know so many inspirational people and to have them include me in their events. My friend Don came up with an idea somewhere around last November about wanted to get a gaggle of 12 diabetics to run a race called: Capital 2 Coast. <br />
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Now Capital 2 coast which is also known as c2c is a 223 mile relay of 12 people in two vans which starts in Austin Texas and goes to Corpus Cristi Texas. The first hurdle for Don was to get 12 willing and able people much less diabetics that were willing to do this and have the ability to get to the race. Then there were conference calls, logistics, training runs, gear, medical forms, and so much more.<br />
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When the event was finally upon us I was nervous, there were only like 69 teams registered and our time was pushing the cut off and we also had team members with all sorts of ailments from back problems to even me and heart surgery. The thing is though, Don pushed through and got replacement after replacement along with drivers for each van and also navigators for each van. He even harassed Medtronic enough to get them to buy us appetizers for our pre-race dinner. <br />
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The event turned out absolutely epic and I had so much fun that I couldn't sleep when I got back Sunday night and finally almost passed out at work the following Monday. There is something to doing events like this with people that have a common bond and ours was raising awareness about diabetes and what we can do. We were all laughing and joking along the way and at the last team dinner Saturday night we told story after story of what each van did and everyone couldn't wait until next years event.<br />
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I don't know if my friend Don is aware of it or not but he has started something big with this event that is just going to grow the campaign to cure diabetes ignorance. Don even went so far into harassing the Dallas Morning News to do an article on the team and he sold it to them so good that they did a follow up story on the team after the event. This was one of those events that I just happen to be in the right place and the right time with a great person in Don to allow me to do 40 hours of juvenile diabetes comedy with a van of unwilling participants I am glad to call my friends afterwards and on a team that I would call a family.The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-54997909570676387912014-10-13T16:56:00.001-05:002014-10-13T16:56:14.374-05:00Graduation!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So today was cardiac rehab graduation today for myself, which I am happy and also sad. I am happy that I have learned so much about heart rate zones and where I need to be. Then I also learned about blood pressure and where I should be and what to do if I have low blood pressure. They told me a while back to get a blood pressure monitor for my house but I never got one because I couldn't tell you what those numbers meant if it depended on my life. Now after 12 weeks of rehab and me asking a thousand questions I know my blood pressure limits and what to do if they drop and I feel comfortable that I am not wasting 80 bucks on random medical stuff that means nothing to me when I eventually get one. <br />
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I learned the most from bugging all the other patients in rehab about what procedure they had done, how they knew to seek medical advice, and how they felt in general about what people around them reacted to their diagnosis and how they felt personally about their own heart issues. This is the part I am most sad about, before rehab it was just me trying to figure out this stuff alone. Then once in rehab I had a network of professionals and patients that I could use as my support system. Heck the second time I went to the hospital one of the ladies at rehab was already showing me some interesting things on my EKG while running that eventually led to my pericarditis diagnosis. It does bother me a little to not have this vast network at my disposal three days a week any longer but they gave me all their contact information to keep bugging them.<br />
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One of my favorite movies is "About a Boy" and the theme throughout the movie is Hugh Grant saying: a man is an island. Then in the end he realizes that man is not an island and we have to create a network of people that will support each other. Ever since I have found this philosophy with my diabetes and now with my heart stint, I know that my network of people constantly grows and am better prepared for anything else that life throws at me.<br />
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So a couple of weeks ago I came down with a pretty mean sinus cold or so I thought was a sinus cold which turned into worser stuff. Once I was going to miss my third day off of work I knew that I had to see a doctor. I go into the random doctor place and they listen to me and tell me I could have two things. One could be bronchitis and the other is possibly pneumonia. So they do a chest x-ray which rules out pneumonia and while we are waiting on the blood work to see if it is bronchitis they want to hook me up to the EKG machine to see what my heart is doing since my recent stint I had placed in the old ticker.<br />
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Once they hook me up to the EKG machine they come in and have to double check all the connections because they tell me that half of the sensors are elevated. Then after replacing the sensors the machine is still reading elevated and that is when the good doctor comes in and gives me some nitro to put under my tongue and tells me he has to send me off to the <a href="http://www.thehearthospitalbaylor.com/handler.cfm?event=practice,main&CFID=24211313&CFTOKEN=57866134" target="_blank">Heart Hospital</a> and once I am there it is under the knife I go so the doctors can have a look for any new blockages and stuff. <br />
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Once the doctors don't find anything it is back to square one on why my EKG reads elevated but I don't have any blockages. Then after several more doctors, nurses, and random people trying to figure out the issue it comes down to pericarditis. Which in my non medical terminology is an inflammation of the tissue around your heart. The moment the hospital gave me the pill to ease the pericarditis I was instantly feeling better.<br />
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The entire experience was a bit depressing for me, I was going to have to take it easy for three weeks, answer a million questions of if I am OK, wait three days for the silly puddy filled hole in my leg to heal, and other stuff. Then the biggest thing hit me about the entire ordeal was what the doctors said to me. They let me know that going in this second time and looking around that my heart was 100% good and if I ever have chest pains or stuff like that again then they are quite certain that it isn't the heart but maybe my gallbladder or heart burn related and they wont drill another hole in my leg for a very long time. It's funny how something so depressing (having more heart issues) and dreadful to go through for a second time can have such a positive result on myself and all the medical professionals around me. Plus my co-workers gave me the funniest balloon in the hospital that disturbed all the doctors. The balloon said "its a girl" like I just had a baby and they were completely lost, and they gave me a my little pony unicorn because of my obsession with unicorn comedy. Like my favorite thing to say when something amazing happens to me which is " its like French kissing a unicorn," so funny or Charlie the unicorn on youtube or the unicorn episode on robot chicken. Unicorn humor is so funny.The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-34843043959774058652014-08-21T16:01:00.000-05:002014-08-21T16:01:03.480-05:00I'm Back!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I have been gone a while, life sometimes deals us up a bit much to keep a random blog going. Now I am hopefully back and ready to post all sorts of random diabetes related non-sense stuff that you didn't know that you needed to know. Or something like that. Well first things first, I don't know if you remember way back in April 27, 2014 where I was in the Oklahoma City Memorial marathon and I bailed out at mile 16. I was not feeling good and just couldn't even walk the last ten miles to collect my finishers medal. I did some allergy testing which nothing came back saying much was wrong.<br />
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Then I did a stress test on my heart where you get on a treadmill one day and they get your heart rate up into "The zone" and inject you full of nuclear waste material and see if you live under a echo thingie. Then the next day you come in and they inject you with more nuclear waste material and tell you to go eat a bunch of fatty foods and come back in an hour and they put you under the same echo thingie. Once that is done they have a doctor review the results and let you know if you are going to live or eventually die. <br />
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My stress test came back and they said I had a blockage on my heart thingie that was a 70% blockage of 40% of my heart. They scheduled me for surgery the next day and I came out with a stint in my heart and a clean bill of health after that. The only bad thing about the whole ordeal was how people treated me different afterwards. For some reason as soon as you tell someone that you had heart surgery they think you should be in a wheel chair and a nurse with you at all times.The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-61960103262672179342014-05-19T16:49:00.000-05:002014-05-19T16:49:09.580-05:00Allergy test<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I told you last week about my adventure in the Oklahoma City memorial marathon in April. So with all good problems comes the testing to see if this will happen again and what did happen. My doctor asked me to do a stress test on my heart which I have scheduled (Those heart people are harder to get an appointment with than an endocrinologist). Then the doctor that performed my internal nose job asked me to come in and do an allergy test. The photo above is where they poke you over and over with all sorts of needles filled with everything outside that could cause people issues.<br />
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The cool thing about the allergy testing is you know right then and there what you are and aren't allergic to. Turns out I am allergic to diabetes, just kidding. I am allergic to Bermuda grass, timothy grass, English plantain weeds, marsh elder weeds, mountain cedar trees, mesquite trees, kitty cats, mold, and dust mites. Now with this information they can inject me with the truth serum that will help my immune system defend myself from these evil things. The cool thing is the nurse lady told me about putting those wet the bed cover things onto your mattresses and pillows to get rid of the dust bunnies. who would have know that I can cure my bed wetting issues and allergies with the same mattress trash bag? </div>
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I get this "Texas runner and triathlete" magazine because it lists all sorts of cool events that aren't easy to find. Then the other reason I love getting this magazine is it has absolutely hands down the best running and triathleting articles ever. I used to get runners world and other runners magazines but the articles sucked. This sucker absolutely rocks. Back in February or so they had one article that I read but completely disagreed with. This guy talked about a run he was going to do but it was raining that day and all sorts of bad mojo was in the air. He did the event but declared after that near death experience that if he didn't feel right or the weather was not playing nice that he would just skip the race. I thought that to be the dumbest thing to ever do. Why would anyone sign up, pay, and not do a race because they knew it was going to be hell?</div>
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So back in April was the Oklahoma city memorial bombing marathon. I had ran the inaugural event and I thought it would be fun to do it again this year. I paid my money back in January and did my half-ass training (I really need to follow a program and not just randomly train) for the event. Then April gets here and it is the worst allergy season ever on the planet. Then the weekend of the race is nigh upon us and there is a slight 30mph wind, rain, and all the allergies you could possibly ever stick up any ones nose. My plan was to survive long enough to cross the finish line. Then as the miles went by and by, slower and slower, I then hit mile 14 and the wind off the lake was crazy bad and I then started to get light headed, blurred vision, and my legs were wobbling more than grandma's jello mold (sugar free of course because I am diabetic). I then went to the last backup plan I had which was walk and take it easy but by mile 15 it went downhill and the people passing me all kept asking if I was OK and at that time I knew to find the mile 16 medic tent and call it a day. </div>
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I guess life is a full circle and I just kept thinking about that article and now I knew what the writer was talking about. This was already going to be the worst run ever and throw in a two hour rain and lightning delay and having to time the start and my BG's along with my headphones dying and I lost the 5hour pace setter so I didn't have to think about time and I should have just bailed on this run and never even thought about doing it. So I went from thinking an article was dumb to now thinking it is right on the money.</div>
The Diabetic Camperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05016099400056275030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193383015580598134.post-49750344569136942742014-04-23T16:18:00.001-05:002014-04-23T16:18:14.358-05:00Let there be light!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I will tell you something, I hate the dark. Not that I am scared or anything of the dark, it is I am a klutz and half blind so adding no light to the mixture does not help the situation out. So when I go camping I bring a variety of flashlights to make my issues with dark and stuff better. I have a giant flood flashlight that is 500 lumins, then I have a small pocket flashlight that is 100 lumins, and I have a coal miners thing that is 250 lumins, not to mention I have a lantern for my tent and stuff. In certain situations I don't bring all these flashlights with me at all times, say for instance if I am backpacking then I will just bring the coal miners light and my pocket flashlight. There is one flashlight that I am obsessed with getting though.<br />
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That ultimate flashlight would be the Nitecore TM26 with its four, yes count them four CREE (my favorite brand of LED bulbs) XM-L2 bulbs putting out an amazing 3,800 lumins. I can only think that it would be like holding four suns in your hand that was the size of a diet coke (because I am diabetic that is why I use the diet coke analogy) can. So you are wondering why I haven't gone out and purchased one of these amazing flashlights yet? That would be because they retail around 400 bucks and on EBay I see them going for around the 200 dollar mark. That is alot of money to throw down on just holding four suns in my hand. Then I think, that is worth the price to hold four suns in the palm of my hand isn't it? They do make lower but similar models to the TM26 but they are no where close to the 3,800 lumins that the TM26 produces so I will always be longing for this one. I will be saving all my nickels and pennies and one day I will hold the sun in my hand, and try not to shine it in any ones eyes.</div>
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This past Saturday we had our second kick off ride for the DFW tour de cure. I love this season of hopes and dreams that I will be faster than last year and that my butt will never be sore and all sorts of impossible other things. There is just one thing that always bugs me about the tour de cure. That is the slogan for the ride. It is called: "The ride of your life" and that to me means that once you have done it then you can't ride it again because what sense does it make to have a ride of my life every year if the last one was of my life. Like do I have to jump through burning hoops one year and the next I have to do the Happy Days jumping of the shark and so forth? A wise person once told me years ago that you are never supposed to describe things as "the best" or "greatest day of my life" and so forth. That is because it symbolizes that you will never get any better or do something better than that in your life. Describing things like that puts the rest of your life as a downhill spiral out of control or something. So my buddy Jeff always bugs me about this because he knows it gets under my diabetes laden skin. He says stuff to me like: that was the training ride of your life, and this is the next ride of your life and so forth. Fun stuff but I just wish for a different slogan so I don't have to prepare myself every year for the greatest day ever of my entire life. That is alot to expect from just pedalling a bike.
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This comic says it perfectly about my eating habits right now. I will eat well for a while and count my carbs perfectly, then turn around and find myself with a bag of trail mix. Why do I do this to myself? I always blame it on allergies because I feel like I am allergic to the planet during the spring and allergies cause my BG's to go up and down, up and down. so I am constantly low or 200, with little in between. Friends are very helpful and give me advice on ways to beat my stomach which is attached to my eyes at times. The good thing is I have kept up exercising and training so that gives me positive mental focus and I know this is just a slump and I will get on the diabetes horse again and improve my eating habits.
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People say I have an over active imagination. I wouldn't say it is over active as much as it is fast and descriptive. I saw this commercial the other day selling gold bond ultimate for diabetics. That got me thinking about what they put in this stuff or take out of this stuff to make it for diabetics. Did they remove the high fructose corn syrup found in most bottles of lotion? did they put some cinnamon in it to cure us? We will never know what they did to make this lotion for diabetics.<br />
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Then I see at the bottom of the bottle that nine out of ten diabetics saw a noticeable skin improvement in one hour. I then was thinking about that and they are saying that one person didn't even realize they had lotion on their hands? I am not sure this stuff is that good if one out of every ten diabetics are walking around with globs of lotion on their hands because they can't feel it.</div>
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Finally I had the perfect image of what this lotion is for. Remember the movie "Silence of the Lambs?" This lotion is for the part where Buffalo Bob catches a diabetic and puts them in his pit to shrink them and make a baseball cap out of their right buttock. So my mind was doing all sorts of things like having the diabetic in the pit yell at Buffalo Bob that they have to get their 10:30am 15 gram snack in before they can take their Lantis, and how the diabetic in the pit asks to see the nutrition label for the chicken he gives them to feed. OK, so I guess I do have a bit of an imagination but it is so much fun with diabetes on TV all the time.</div>
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