my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

[Guest guest]

i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the fear

or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close as

possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to my

house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't

have to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and sometimes

we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't put anyone

to sleep and thanks again for the list.

cheryl

[Guest guest]

Hi Cheryl,

The honey bear story is pretty funny. I have two honey bears and I certainly

hope the only thing I do with it is in my mouth once in a while!

I was wondering which is really worse for you or are they equally bad.

Regular Kool Aid with a cup of sugar or regular pop? I have a pitcher of

grape Kool Aid I made for (my excuse I guess) and I took a few sips

from it when I was feeling awful. I have gone about ten days now without

opening a bottle of pop. My last antibiotic is Saturday morning and then I

think I am going to make some plain iced tea. Maybe it will wake me up. I

do not know if it is the antibiotic or the glyburide that is making me so

drowsy. I can be having a conversation or paying close attention to a show

and the next second I am sound asleep. This is not good because I am my

husband's care giver. He has to call me several times to wake me up when

this happens about an hour and a half after taking my pills. I am hoping

the antibiotic could be doing it but I wonder.

Lora

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

> i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the

> fear or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get

> the supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their

> own and need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you

> have to keep hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need,

> etc. thank the great spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've

> been there, done that and are willing to help with advice and support.

> some remind me of back when i finally got more serious about checking my

> blood and trying to keep it in line. of course that didn't happen until i

> woke up totally blind one day. that got my attention. but even with that,

> i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not from the diabetes.

>

> when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as

> close as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too

> close or the rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be

> blind for however long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as

> it turned out, the night before i woke up blind we had a house full of

> company and were watching movies. the room was full so i was sitting very

> close to the screen. the next morning i woke up blind. my first thought of

> course was that grandmother had been right. lol so other than irritation

> at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or afraid and in fact refused to go to

> the doc; telling everyone there was nothing wrong and my eyes would heal

> themselves in a week or so. the third day i was taken into see an

> optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he referred me to an

> opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me that is an

> old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the appointment,

> that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take me

> there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

> eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

>

> fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came

> to my house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a

> true story about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been

> prescribed. a story i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one

> day. he'd taken his shot and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to

> take his sandwich with him, it was in the truck. he was too far away when

> he had an insulin reaction and passed out. search and rescue was in the

> area because it was winter. they saw him laying there, went over saw his

> bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws were locked, so they

> radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if by chance any

> of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as this

> might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

> and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg!

> now, what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man

> coming out of unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men

> bent over him with a honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have

> a heart attack. i'm sorry but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing

> when my boyfriend came home from work. he asked what was so funny and i

> told him the story. big eyed he started out the door. come on he said

> urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey bears, i'll keep one in

> each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse. we have to be

> prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make sure they

> had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or so

> later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

> turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old

> social security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and

> was intently double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived.

> i had taken my shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the

> paperwork. by that time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to

> read anything with my little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was

> also my very first time of using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat

> the second meal. suddenly this weird feeling started coming up from my

> feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me what was happening. a hunger came

> over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed sugar. fast. i chugged a real

> pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned against the counter to

> hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a peach pie i'd made

> for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking the pepsi

> hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

> started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse.

> and a knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i

> made it over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards

> with a horified look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do

> not leave! i'll be right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed

> shirts. he helped me into the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me

> off at the e r. but finally i started coming back and got some strength

> and made my precious appointment. he's dead now but he never forgot our

> first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this particular story is: like

> dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have to eat a five

> gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all you're doing

> then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

> everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true.

> you'll figure out what works for you.

> also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

> sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i

> haven't put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

>

> cheryl

>

>

[Guest guest]

love this ramble! going to pass it around to folks I know it will help.

thanks for taking the time to put it out here.

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the fear

or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to my

house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

cheryl

[Guest guest]

Your points are taken very seriously. I have been a diabetic for almost 40

years and believe me no one is perfect. Sometimes it is very frustrating and no

matter what you eat just doesn't seem correct. But just get trying and one day

I keep hoping it will come together.

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the fear

or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to my

house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

cheryl

[Guest guest]

Your points are taken very seriously. I have been a diabetic for almost 40

years and believe me no one is perfect. Sometimes it is very frustrating and no

matter what you eat just doesn't seem correct. But just get trying and one day

I keep hoping it will come together.

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the fear

or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to my

house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

cheryl

[Guest guest]

Your points are taken very seriously. I have been a diabetic for almost 40

years and believe me no one is perfect. Sometimes it is very frustrating and no

matter what you eat just doesn't seem correct. But just get trying and one day

I keep hoping it will come together.

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the fear

or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to my

house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

cheryl

[Guest guest]

My father was also a type 1 diabetic, so there were 2 t1 diabetics in our

household during most of my time at home. He used to call diabetes the

" nuisance " disease. In a way, he was right. But he died in 2002 probably partly

due to diabetes, but of course, I lost my sight due to diabetes. So for many of

us, diabetes really is a bit more than a nuisance.

But, no matter what label you affix to it, it is manageable for the most part,

but this management is 24/7, 365 days a year.

Dave

" ...In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the

world. " [ 16:33]

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the fear

or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to my

house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

cheryl

[Guest guest]

My father was also a type 1 diabetic, so there were 2 t1 diabetics in our

household during most of my time at home. He used to call diabetes the

" nuisance " disease. In a way, he was right. But he died in 2002 probably partly

due to diabetes, but of course, I lost my sight due to diabetes. So for many of

us, diabetes really is a bit more than a nuisance.

But, no matter what label you affix to it, it is manageable for the most part,

but this management is 24/7, 365 days a year.

Dave

" ...In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the

world. " [ 16:33]

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the fear

or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to my

house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

cheryl

[Guest guest]

hi dave, not sure which one you were replying to. i'm a type 2. and also i

didn't use the word nuisance, (nor did linda), for the diabetes. i said after i

woke up blind i didn't panic because i didn't think the blindness would be

pernament and simply thought of the blindness as a nuisance. a temporary one.

diabetes is a killer if ya let it, but it takes you one piece at a time. but yes

it is a full time job managing it, but it just becomes a way of life after

awhile. don't you find that to be true?

cheryl

--- In blind-diabetics , " dave Bond " wrote

>

> My father was also a type 1 diabetic, so there were 2 t1 diabetics in our

household during most of my time at home. He used to call diabetes the

" nuisance " disease. In a way, he was right. But he died in 2002 probably partly

due to diabetes, but of course, I lost my sight due to diabetes. So for many of

us, diabetes really is a bit more than a nuisance.

>

> But, no matter what label you affix to it, it is manageable for the most part,

but this management is 24/7, 365 days a year.

>

> Dave

>

>

> " ...In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the

world. " [ 16:33]

>

> my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

>

> i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the

fear or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

>

> when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

>

> fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to

my house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

> also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

>

> cheryl

>

>

[Guest guest]

hi dave, not sure which one you were replying to. i'm a type 2. and also i

didn't use the word nuisance, (nor did linda), for the diabetes. i said after i

woke up blind i didn't panic because i didn't think the blindness would be

pernament and simply thought of the blindness as a nuisance. a temporary one.

diabetes is a killer if ya let it, but it takes you one piece at a time. but yes

it is a full time job managing it, but it just becomes a way of life after

awhile. don't you find that to be true?

cheryl

--- In blind-diabetics , " dave Bond " wrote

>

> My father was also a type 1 diabetic, so there were 2 t1 diabetics in our

household during most of my time at home. He used to call diabetes the

" nuisance " disease. In a way, he was right. But he died in 2002 probably partly

due to diabetes, but of course, I lost my sight due to diabetes. So for many of

us, diabetes really is a bit more than a nuisance.

>

> But, no matter what label you affix to it, it is manageable for the most part,

but this management is 24/7, 365 days a year.

>

> Dave

>

>

> " ...In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the

world. " [ 16:33]

>

> my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

>

> i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the

fear or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

>

> when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

>

> fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to

my house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

> also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

>

> cheryl

>

>

[Guest guest]

I was relating my personal experience, and how my father called it a nuisance.

When it is by far much more than a nuisance. And yes, it does become your way of

life. I'm 56 years old, and I got diabetes when I was 11. I've really only known

one way of life.

Dave

" ...In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the

world. " [ 16:33]

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

>

> i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the

fear or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

>

> when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

>

> fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to

my house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

> also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

>

> cheryl

>

>

[Guest guest]

I was relating my personal experience, and how my father called it a nuisance.

When it is by far much more than a nuisance. And yes, it does become your way of

life. I'm 56 years old, and I got diabetes when I was 11. I've really only known

one way of life.

Dave

" ...In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the

world. " [ 16:33]

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

>

> i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the

fear or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

>

> when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

>

> fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to

my house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

> also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

>

> cheryl

>

>

[Guest guest]

I was relating my personal experience, and how my father called it a nuisance.

When it is by far much more than a nuisance. And yes, it does become your way of

life. I'm 56 years old, and I got diabetes when I was 11. I've really only known

one way of life.

Dave

" ...In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the

world. " [ 16:33]

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

>

> i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the

fear or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

>

> when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

>

> fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to

my house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

> also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

>

> cheryl

>

>

[Guest guest]

Dave

I to was 11, when I got type I, but because doctor's and hospital gave me the

wrong insulin on purpose, being that it was " cheaper " for them, then gave me the

human insulin when admitted,(of course in thier eyes it was all and always my

fault) then when released to go back home, would put me back on the same insulin

I came in with..frown;causing all my issues now, but all is better, and now i

have you and this list to thank for support.

smile, and so greatful

sugar

'Real tears are not those that fall from your eyes and cover your face,

but that fall from your heart and cover your soul.'

~Be Blessed, Sugar

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

>

> i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the

fear or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

>

> when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

>

> fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to

my house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the ! paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

> also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

>

> cheryl

>

>

[Guest guest]

Dave

I to was 11, when I got type I, but because doctor's and hospital gave me the

wrong insulin on purpose, being that it was " cheaper " for them, then gave me the

human insulin when admitted,(of course in thier eyes it was all and always my

fault) then when released to go back home, would put me back on the same insulin

I came in with..frown;causing all my issues now, but all is better, and now i

have you and this list to thank for support.

smile, and so greatful

sugar

'Real tears are not those that fall from your eyes and cover your face,

but that fall from your heart and cover your soul.'

~Be Blessed, Sugar

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

>

> i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the

fear or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

>

> when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

>

> fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to

my house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the ! paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

> also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

>

> cheryl

>

>

[Guest guest]

Dave

I to was 11, when I got type I, but because doctor's and hospital gave me the

wrong insulin on purpose, being that it was " cheaper " for them, then gave me the

human insulin when admitted,(of course in thier eyes it was all and always my

fault) then when released to go back home, would put me back on the same insulin

I came in with..frown;causing all my issues now, but all is better, and now i

have you and this list to thank for support.

smile, and so greatful

sugar

'Real tears are not those that fall from your eyes and cover your face,

but that fall from your heart and cover your soul.'

~Be Blessed, Sugar

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

>

> i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the

fear or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

>

> when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

>

> fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to

my house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the ! paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

> also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

>

> cheryl

>

>

[Guest guest]

Hey you little pig, glad to see you on this list.

Judy

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the fear

or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to my

house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

cheryl

[Guest guest]

Hey you little pig, glad to see you on this list.

Judy

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the fear

or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to my

house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

cheryl

[Guest guest]

Hey you little pig, glad to see you on this list.

Judy

my story??? might be abit long, sorry.

i've been reading thru the latest posts here. some are sad because of the fear

or denial or hopelessness. and sad that so many don't know how to get the

supplies they need and i know some can't afford these things on their own and

need help with that . the system is a nightmare sometimes and you have to keep

hounding some of these agencies to get the help you need, etc. thank the great

spirit above for a list like this, with folks who've been there, done that and

are willing to help with advice and support. some remind me of back when i

finally got more serious about checking my blood and trying to keep it in line.

of course that didn't happen until i woke up totally blind one day. that got my

attention. but even with that, i didn't believe it was serious and certainly not

from the diabetes.

when i was a child and color tv's first came out, us kids would sit as close

as possible, i can still hear grandmother telling us not to sit too close or the

rays would come out of the tv and burn our eyes, so we'd be blind for however

long it took to heal. hahaha i never forgot that. and as it turned out, the

night before i woke up blind we had a house full of company and were watching

movies. the room was full so i was sitting very close to the screen. the next

morning i woke up blind. my first thought of course was that grandmother had

been right. lol so other than irritation at this nuisance, i wasn't shocked or

afraid and in fact refused to go to the doc; telling everyone there was nothing

wrong and my eyes would heal themselves in a week or so. the third day i was

taken into see an optomatrist who said i had diabetic retinopathy and he

referred me to an opthalmologist. i told him grandmothers story. he assured me

that is an old wives tale and also assured me that if i didn't keep the

appointment, that he or one of his staff would personally come get me and take

me there. so i went. there i began a year long battle to get and keep some

eyesight. i thank the great spirit for those doctors.

fast forward to about a year later. i was put on insulin. the nurse came to my

house to show me how to do it. while we were talking she told me a true story

about a man who took the same kind of insulin as i had been prescribed. a story

i'll never forget. the man went out rabbit hunting one day. he'd taken his shot

and eaten one meal, went hunting, but forgot to take his sandwich with him, it

was in the truck. he was too far away when he had an insulin reaction and passed

out. search and rescue was in the area because it was winter. they saw him

laying there, went over saw his bracelet and knew he needed sugar. but his jaws

were locked, so they radioed the hospital for instructions. the doctor asked if

by chance any of them happened to have a honey bear. yes one did. as strange as

this might sound, don't ask questions, just do what i say. take his pants down

and inject the honey rectally. they did and he came around quickly. tg! now,

what i found so hilarius about this was imagining that poor man coming out of

unconciousness with his pants down and three strange men bent over him with a

honey bear up his booty. its a wonder he didn't have a heart attack. i'm sorry

but i laughed til i cried. i was still laughing when my boyfriend came home from

work. he asked what was so funny and i told him the story. big eyed he started

out the door. come on he said urgently. where i asked. to the store to get honey

bears, i'll keep one in each vehicle, one for the house and one for your purse.

we have to be prepared. hahaha o m g! the idiot told all our friends to make

sure they had honey bears on hand just in case. lolol fast forward to a week or

so later. we were in the period of figuring the right dosage for me and as it

turned out it was too much. anyway, i had an appointment with good old social

security that morning and had spent all week filling out forms and was intently

double checking everything before my paratransit bus arrived. i had taken my

shot and eaten my first meal then sat down to go over the paperwork. by that

time i had a few pinholes of blurry vision so trying to read anything with my

little handheld was an intense undertaking. it was also my very first time of

using a bus service. anyway, i forgot to eat the second meal. suddenly this

weird feeling started coming up from my feet. i got weak. then it dawned on me

what was happening. a hunger came over me like i'd never felt. i knew i needed

sugar. fast. i chugged a real pepsi of harves and checked my blood. 47. i leaned

against the counter to hold myself up, etermined not to go down and spied a

peach pie i'd made for harve. i was almost jerking at that point and thinking

the pepsi hadn't worked. no time for manners i just dug my hand into the pie and

started shoveling it in. peaches and crust all over my face and blouse. and a

knock on the door! hahaha by god i couldn't miss that appointment. i made it

over to the door and opened it. the poor man stumbled backwards with a horified

look. i was able to say " don't be scared. don't move! do not leave! i'll be

right out. " i washed peach pie off my face and changed shirts. he helped me into

the van probably thinking he'd be dropping me off at the e r. but finally i

started coming back and got some strength and made my precious appointment. he's

dead now but he never forgot our first meeting. hahahaha but the moral of this

particular story is: like dave says if your sugar drops, you honestly don't have

to eat a five gallon bucket of whatever you can shovel into your mouth, all

you're doing then is causing it to skyrocket. took me awhile to understand that.

everyone here has said every diabetic is different and thats so true. you'll

figure out what works for you.

also, it really doesn't have to be without humor. we're all human and

sometimes we slip. there is quality life with diabetes. anyway, hope i haven't

put anyone to sleep and thanks again for the list.

cheryl