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Darvon, Darvocet, Co-Proxamol: history of a banned painkiller

Darvon, Darvocet, Co-Proxamol: history of a banned painkiller
ConMed drugs come and go. They come heralded as wonder drugs, magic bullets. They go as unsafe, dangerous, or even lethal. It is a pattern that has been repeated decade after decade for the last 100 years. (See 'Banned, withdrawn, dangerous Big Pharma drugs').

Darvon, or Darvocet, or Co-Proxamol (Big Pharma drugs are called different names in different countries) is such a drug. The main ingredient of the drug is propoxyphene, and the drug may be masquerading under other names - it is the way the drugs industry obfuscates and misleads us so we never quite know what we are taking.

The drug was introduced in the 1950's, and had a long history of safety fears. But obviously, it is in Big Pharma's best interests to keep drugs on the market for as long as possible, and this is what they have done.

The problem is that the drug caused heart problems. The public interest group, 'Public Citizen' called for the drug to be banned in 1978. It again called for a ban in 2006

It was eventually banned in the UK in 2006. But as dangerous as the drug might have been here, it continued to be sold elsewhere, throughout the world.

The European Drugs Agency banned the drug in Europe in 2009. But it was still sold in the USA, and other parts of the world.

Eventually it was banned by the FDA in the USA on 19 November 2010. But even then, there was prevarication. Drugs are not banned without a fight! Following the Public Citizen petitioning to ban the drug in 2006, it took three years for an 'expert advisory committee' to vote, narrowly, to ban the drug. But that was not the end of the matter. The FDA overruled the committee's decision, and asked the drug company to investigate the affect of the drug on the heart. Only when this report was received was the drug banned!

When banning the drug the FDA said that it puts patients at risk of abnormal, and even fatal heart rhythm abnormalities. Yet the drug has been marketed as a painkiller for over 50 years before action was taken, even though the evidence of its dangers had been known for most of that time. So, for over 50 years, patients were given a drug that could have given them serious heart disease.

It has been estimated that 10 million people in the US took the drug. But the advice from FDA had a further sting in the tale. Patients must not stop taking the drug - because there was a danger of 'serious withdrawal symptoms'. So they had to continue taking the drug, which caused heart disease; or they had to suffer severe withdrawal symptoms.

As usual, patients did not receive a good deal from the Big Pharma drugs industry!

And little timely, or effective protection from the statutory drug regulatory bodies!

Indeed, Public Citizen castigated the FDA for waiting for so long to protect the public. They said the because of FDA negligence at least 1,000 to 2,000 people in the USA died from using these drugs - just during the period between the ban in the UK and the ban in the USA.

Yet, in another sense, all this is routine stuff. The drugs industry introduces a drug, after testing and regulatory controls are undertaken. It is given to patients. Reports of 'side-effects' or 'adverse reactions' are received, and ignored by the regulators. Patients suffer by contracting new, usually more serious diseases. Many patients die. And only then, when faced with an untenable situation, do the drug regulators act.

There is no fail safe mechanism in the world of pharmaceutical drugs. Drugs are considered safe until such time that they prove, overwhelmingly, that they are not. It has been the same with drugs-past, drugs-now, and drugs-future. These drugs have little to do with health, and plenty to do with the drugs business, and making money.


Embracing My Inner Diabetes BIOTCHES!!!!!!!!


Kelly (or Cybil or Eve - depends on who you ask) and her Diabetes Biotches A 'La Worhol

I’m a pretty nice person for the most part.
My friends say I'm funny and loyal - and I can live with that.
I always say please and thank-you.
I always try to see the glass half full.
I don’t litter and I recycle daily.
Kids, old people, and dogs dig me.

And I’m learning the fine art of forgiveness and trying to practice it daily.

Still, I have a temper and on occasion I use it. Usually when pushed to the extreme.

I know how words hurt. I’ve suffered from their blows. And I know the full power of my own words, and try to use them for the good. And only rarely (and in the most extreme of circumstances) do I call upon their powers and take full advantage of my verbal annihilation skills which are not only genetic, but come from years of fine tuning based on my sardonic humor, quick wit, and the ignorance of others.
During those times, I become and embrace fully, my inner Diabetic Bitch.


But when my blood sugar is high – as in off the charts high, like the mid 300 hundreds, my nerves become short, and my proverbial fuse, non-existent.
I’ve been told I get testy – and not the godoatest, testy type of way. But in the Diabetes High Blood Sugar Bitch type of way. I believe it’s is my body’s way of telling me (along with the feeling of walking through Jell-O) that my body is in dire need of insulin and if I don’t get it soon, I won’t be able to tell you what I need. I’m not loud, violent, or incoherent, I’m just plain old BITCHY. Now when I'm low, I'm quiet and bit spacey, but that's another post.



My mother would always say that “the diabetics in the house tempers would soar when their blood sugars did.’ It used to get me angry when she said that. I guess deep down inside I knew she was right. Plus, my temper was nowhere near the explosiveness of my father or sister.

My fuse, diabetic or not, has always been on the long side. But when it’s finally fully ignited, look out!

Now, whenever my mom and I disagree and the discussion gets heated, she blames my blood sugar. “Is your blood sugar high? Your crabby!”

9 times out of 10, it’s not my blood sugar. It’s something that George W did, or the fact that my mother still treats me like a child - I'm the youngest of six and will always be her baby, or the fact that 9/10Th's of the world still have absolutely no clue about the Big D.

Still I embrace both my Diabetes Bitches - OK, I sound like a Pimp - Sorry.

Both have made strong, vocal, and aware.

Rarely does the true Diabetes High Blood Sugar Bitch surface - thank God, but when she does, it’s to let me know I need checkout my blood sugar and bolus. She protects me from myself.

But when my Diabetic Bitch surfaces, she’s there to protect others and me from injustices, wrong doing, and ignorance of others.



And you know what? I’m fine with that.

Diabetesalicious-Lite Edition 7/30/10

Diabetesalicious-Lite Edition 7/30/10
Happy Friday !

This weeks edition of Diabetesalicious lite is as always, short and sweet and darn near to the point of being bolus worthy~

If you happen to be in the Midwest and are parents of a teen with diabetes who's itching to get behind the wheel, Medtronic has partnered with the Juvenile Diabetes No Limits Foundation to offer a free Test Before You Drive program for teens.

Test B4U Drive offers teens with diabetes real-world, hands-on training taught by professional instructors whose job is to teach your teen to identify and react to critical situations behind the wheel.

Interactive classroom sessions will teach defensive driving techniques and combined with diabetes related tips like checking glucose levels before driving; pulling over to a safe place to check again when driving long distances, so teens with the big D can feel empowered, in charge, and in control of both their car and their blood sugars when they get behind the wheel.

The program officially kicked off on July 19th in Los Angeles and was followed bu a Commerce City Colorado program this past week.

If you live in the Midwest, you still have a chance to experience the program in August.
•August 2-4, KCI Expo Center, Kansas City, Mo.
August 9-11, Standard Bank Stadium, Crestwood, Ill. (Chicago area)

For more info, visit www.medtronicdiabetes.com/testb4udrive.
To learn more about the Juvinile Diabetes No Limits Foundation, click on the following link:
www.jdnolimits.org

If your interested in reading a fairy tale with a "diabetes twist," checkout Typical Type 1 fantastical diabetes fable HERE.

Yours truly has a guest post up over at Instructions Not Included. if you'd like to check it out, that be cool. You can do so by clicking HERE.

The following list of Top 50 Diabetes Blogs listed in no particular order from the website www.MastersInPublicHealth.net made it's way into my in box a few weeks back. take a look and you might recognize some d-peeps!

Wednesday's Diabetes Q & A discussion on Twitter, conceived and hosted by the fabulous Cherise was quite awesome! The conversation was fast paced, humorous, and filled with all sorts of information to help type, 1s,2s, and 3s live, learn, educate, and navigate through a diabetes life.

If your not quite sure what I'm talking about it, no worries, CLICK HERE and read all about it! If you feel a bit like a "twit" no worries, because Bennet does a great job of asking Cherise how a Twitter "twit" can join in the discussion HERE . Read, learn, and join in next weeks conversation!

D-Meet Up With A Nutella Spin~

Actual footage of two Diazons strolling down the avenue.

It's been a busy month with traveling and I'm a bit behind with some posts, including this one, which is about a d-meet up with my friend and yours, the spectacular Karen from Bitter-Sweet Diabetes.

Karen and I have met before and keep in touch via the blogosphere, emails, the twitterverse,and that time sucking site known as Face Book.

A few weeks prior to the d-meet, we'd exchanged a series of emails hammering the who, what, where, and when of the d-meet up.

Long story short, Karen and her husband Pete were going to Cape May, NJ to celebrate their anniversary. My home town beach of Margate, NJ was 40 miles away- I'm all about the beach on the weekend so we decided to meet in the middle at a cute little crape place in Ocean City, NJ & have a late lunch.

I LOVE Karen! She's bright, funny, positive, can knit like nobody's business and girlfriend is a MAJOR part of the Diabetes on-line community. She's the brains behind D Blog Week and one of the great brains behind D-Feast Friday. Chicklet is all that and a bag of potato chips!

And guess what? Karen's husband Pete is awesome! He's what we Jersey folks call "good people" and he totally rocks!

We decided to have lunchy type cheese and veggie crapes and the 3 of us talked for hours. And just so we wouldn't tie up our table from other paying/dining customers, we decided that it would best for all parties involved to order a plate of Nutella crapes with three forks. All I can say about the Nutella filled crapes: O. M. G!!! Seriously, they were totally bolus worthy!


Re-enactment crape.
This is not a pic of the actual Nutella Crapes we consumed - I'm sad to say that no pictures survived the feeding frenzy.

We spent the next few hours walking around Ocean City and talking about everything under the sun. When it was finally time for them to leave (who am I to keep them from celebrating their anniversary?) I was sad to see them go.

D-meet ups are amazing on every level imaginable, as are Karen and Pete.

Due To Diabetes Being Bitchy, We Interrupt This Edition of' "Diabetesalicious -Lite"

Due To Diabetes Being Bitchy, We Interrupt This Edition of' "Diabetesalicious -Lite"
Today's post was supposed to be all "Diabetesalicious Lite," and the likes there of.
It's Friday after all, and let's face it, the last few Friday posts were anything but!
But then diabetes blood sugar issues took over and suddenly, I'm not feeling so light and happy.
Instead. I'm feeling annoyed, frustrated, and tired!
I'm doing my office work thing, and doing it very well might I add - And for the first time in a while, diabetes is getting in the way.

Lets start at the beginning, I had flat crust pizza for dinner last night, which normally works really well for me blood sugar wise. The slices are much smaller in circumference than normal slices, not to mention that the crust is flat, hence the name: FLAT CRUST PIZZA.
Usually flat crust pizza and I get along very well. But last night, not so much.
Like I said, I was having issues with blood sugar, as in they were hovering around the 220/230 for hours after my meal.
And in all honesty, it might have been an infusion set issue (it was new as of yesterday morning) or perhaps the insulin in my pump was skunky, I was down to the last 19 units after all.
But whatever the culprit, I couldn't get my blood sugars in normal range after two slices of veggie flat crust.
Cut to this morning, when I woke up with a bg of 228. I immediately changed my insulin reservoir out for a fresh one and did a meal and correction bolus, downed some much needed coffee & Greek yogurt and got ready for work.
Cut to work and me rocking it and being incredibly productive & wonderful!
And then, around 10ish, I felt the numbness in my lips and stomach kick-in, BIG TIME.
I was shaking and grabbed my Dex4 glucose tabs & downed the last 5 tabs I had on my person.
And then I tested - I was 49. I waited and watched the clock tick and still felt the numbness all over. I was starting to sweat & ate a Blueberry Larabar. 12 minutes later I was still in the 50's and ate another Larabar, this time Key Lime.
I KNEW I was over treating, but I felt so low that I didn't want to chance it.
And again, I watched the minutes click by on my computer and continued testing and was happy to see my numbers start to climb back up towards normal. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw 71 and I actually cracked a smile when I 83 flashed on the screen.

Cut to 11:30ish, when that old numb feeling started to return. I tested and was 60. YES, 60!
And for the first time in a very long time, I had to blink back the tears of diabetes frustration.

I didn't have time for this crap and I didn't have time for tears, I grabbed a yogurt from the fridge and ate it in damn near record time.
And now as I sit on at my desk and continue to complete my work "To-Do List," my internal voice is saying: Guess what diabetes? I can be a bitch too - You won't stop me from doing a good job!
And it won't! Right now my blood sugar is hovering in the low 90s and I'm still all types ofmiffed about diabetes throwing a fit.

So I decided to change today's blog post and blog about how I'm feeling right now, in real time.

Right this second I feel like diabetes is is this close to getting the best of me and I don't like it!
I know it's not & I know that I should feel grateful that I haven't felt this way in a quite a while - I'm damn lucky and I know it!
Broken pancreas or not, I still see my diabetes glass half full - But there's been a few spills today & I need pick myself up by my bootstraps and fill that glass back up to the brim.

But if I don't acknowledge the good, the BAD, and the Diabetesaliciousness of it ALL, then diabetes would get the best of me - AND THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN.

Way Back Wednesday: Dear Mom & Dad, Inspired by all the Parents of The DOC

Way Back Wednesday: Dear Mom & Dad, Inspired by all the Parents of The DOC
I've decided to follow the fabulous leads of both Scott and Amy's and do a "Way Back Wednesday," post.

I've followed their lead because:

A. Because there are some posts I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.

And

B. Because I will be on the road all day and I really wanted to post.
The Following Post: Dear Mom and Dad, Thank -You, was originally posted on March 26th, 2008 and is inspired by all the parents in Dblogville-it's a Thank-You and a love letter to all of them. Everything they've done in the world of their Children with t1, allows them to grow up to be the fabulous adult t1's they are.

Hope it makes you smile!

Dear Mom and Dad, THANK YOU (Inspired By All the Parents In D-Blog Land)


Dear Mom and Dad -

I don't think I ever said it before, but
THANK- YOU so much for taking care of me; Debbie, and Donna.

God give you 6 kids and 3 girls with Type 1 Diabetes.

I don't know how you did it.

How did you take care of us all those years ago, before the technology and research?
Before the open forum of communication on the net and the freedom of
carb counting and insulin pumps?

Back in the days when urine testing required fizzy pills and glass tubes, a clumsy and and
inaccurate way that was used to measure our sugars way back when...Until Blood Sugar machines the size & weight of a brick came about.
These antiquated "machines" took 5 minutes to calibrate and another 5 minutes to measure your sugar. They were far from portable, required metal lancets that hurt like a bitch, and God only knows how accurate they really were. They were also VERY expensive. You bought one with money that we didn't have so that we could gain control. Instead of thanking you, I bitched about it.
I wanted to be
NORMAL & fought you tooth and nail. I'm sorry.

I don't ever remember you crying when I was diagnosed. I know you did, but you kept your tears behind closed doors and in the dark. You always entered my hospital room with a smiling face and a bunch of new "Romona" books for me to read.

I just did the Diabetes math. I was 8 at my diagnoses, Donna & Debbie we're both 12.
Donna is 20 years older than me and Debbie was 14 years older.

So, if I've got the math down correctly, 1st came Donna at the age of 12. When she was 18, Debbie was diagnosed at the age of 12.

Which means you had 6 years before 1 Diabetic daughter became 2.

You had 10 years before 2 Diabetic daughters became 3.

Donna had married and moved out four years earlier by the time of my diagnoses.
Your daily diabetes family life was just getting easier when I joined the Club of D. It must have been so hard for you to handle...And even harder for you to hear.

Mom and Dad, I'm so sorry that my diagnoses hurt you, and for what all our combined diabetes has put you both through.

You never let us feel sorry for ourselves. I never grew up with a hatred of diabetes. Though deep in my heart, I hated what it did to you. I think it really helped when dad sat me down long ago in my hospital room and said;
"Kelly it is what it is, do what you have to."And I did.
Daddy knew from experience, because he was a T1 as well.

Mom, you posted the ADA diet on our kitchen wall, right behind my seat at the kitchen table.
You measures portions fanatically, right down to the grape. You'd dole out 12 grapes for my snack. I'd give them back and say in a venomous
"Keep Em! Who can eat 12 grapes?!" But u were just doing your job and never wavered. I never experienced chicken with the skin on it until I was 21, and to this day, have never had a class of OJ that was more than 1/4 of a cup.
I don't even drink juice anymore.

.
Dad, you body surfed and swam in the ocean every summer, and you shared your love of all water sports with me. Together we became part of the waves, while maintaining good numbers.
You rode your bike every morning, and when you passed
by my bus stop Freshman year, I was embarrassed instead of proud. I'd give anything to see you peddle your bike one more time. I'm sorry.
You and mom took long walks every evening with the dog and u ou always said exercise was the key.

You were meticulous, bordering on the insane, about what you put in your body.

A militant soldier when it came to food. Only skim milk, fruit, and eating only whole grain bread before it became the rage. While I longed for "Wonder Bread," you put the kibosh white bread of any kind. I thought you were mean, but you were smart because you still let us enjoy ice cream.

Diabetes took so much from you both, most namely your daughter Debbie.
Daddy, you never recovered from her loss. Every time you spoke of her death, I heard sadness and anger all mixed together. It broke a part of you that all my jokes couldn't fix.

Mom, you cared for her (for all of us,) with such gusto that you're heart literally started to skip beats.
The scariest moment of my life was when you and Debbie were both in separate hospitals.
I came home from school to an answering machine full of voice mail that told me nothing
and everything.
I knew one of you had gone to heaven. I was so scared it was you. I felt so guilty (yet
relieved, because I still had a mom) when I heard it was her.

What got me thinking about what you both did for me?

All the parents of Diabetics kids whose blogs I read. I hear what they go through everyday and I immediately think of you both. They tell me what you wouldn't.

Parents of diabetics are a different breed entirely.

They are strong, keeping a smile on their face when they take care of their kids, even when they feel like crying out in pain.
These parents have the
strength to say "no" to their kids, even when every fiber of their soul wants to say yes to them.
Strong enough to take their kids blood in the middle of the night, insert infusion sets that make their babies cry, give-up gluten with a smile that never seems forced, and count
carbs until it becomes second nature to everyone in the family.

These moms and dads have the fortitude to let their diabetic children grow to become independent young adults. Even when they know that independence means that their kids will make conscience mistakes in order to fit in.

Diabetic parents hate the disease, but are strong enough to not let their kids hate it, because if they did, their children would never learn to accept and love themselves.

To every parent in D-blog land,
THANK-YOU. I know when your kids are old enough, they will tell you themselves, and they will have meant from the bottom of their hearts.

To my parents,
THANK YOU. I wouldn't be here today if you hadn't worked so hard to keep me healthy.

You taught me to pick myself up by my bootstraps and move forward. I hope I'm making you proud.

Love You Both!
Kelly
#6

Where Do You Stash It???

Actual footage of Kelly's Insulin BDC and Nail Polish Bunker

So inquiring minds want to know (OK, I want to know), where do you store your insulin? Personally, (and for as long as I can remember,) I store my insulin in the Butter/Dairy compartment of my fridge - as did my father and sisters before me.

When I do my "Diabetes –Shtick, I ask this very question and almost everyone stores it in his or her butter/dairy area. Ironically, most aren’t really sure of the reason behind their proclivity towards the BDC Insulin Bunker. I actually came up with that myself!

Well Diabetesalcious readers, I want to know why. I mean is it because all of us secretly lust after butter & cheese? You know how some people only smoke when they drink? Well, I only eat butter when I drink!

After some semi serious thought, I've come to the conclusion that the butter/diary compartment (A.k.a - BDC Insulin Bunker) is a diabetic's version of a jewelry display case. Visually, it allows us to view the precious contents, while keeping a running tally of our insulin (and nail polish – it’s a chick thing) while protecting our precious bottles under its glass like shield.

A "Diabetesalicious " dome which defends the priceless (yet oh so delicate) insulin bottles against the Dark Arts of the fridge. Like last nights Thai take out, this evenings marinated portabellas, and tomorrows Pb & J.

Keeping said insulin bottles a safe distance away from suspicious condiments with exotic names like rice wine vinegar; anchovy paste, Heintz 57, and my absolute favorite, Sriracha Hot Chili Sauce.

"God I'm hungry!"

So darlings, where do you keep your i- stash, in a BDC Insulin Bunker, a drawer, a shelf?

ANd why?

Diabetes Moments of Zen


diabetes moments

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diabetes: If your reading this blog, there's a good chance you know what diabetes is because you or some one close to you has diabetes. If you've stumbled upon this blog for some other reason other than diabetes then prepare to be schooled. Diabetes has many different types (type 1, Type 2, 1.5 , and gestational) under the same diabetes umbrella. Definitions of the various types of Diabetes can be found HERE.

zen A total state of focus that incorporates a total togetherness of body and mind. Zen is a way of being. It also is a state of mind. Zen involves dropping illusion and seeing things without distortion created by your own thoughts. Complete and absolute peace. Urban Dictionary definition.

diabetes moment of zen: Moments of peace and total in sync moments of mind, body, diabetes, and diabetes technology that occasionally occur in a life lived with diabetes. Copious amounts of used test strips, carb counting, and trial and error are usually involved in order for one to achieve a moment of Diabetes Zen. I say usually because sometimes it happens and we are pleasantly surprised. Not to be confused with The Daily Show's Moment of Zen, which is entirely different, always funny, but no less zen-ish~


Guessing and correctly bolusing for a carb count your not really sure of and achieving “Blood Sugar Nirvana.

Finding a box of pump or testing supplies in the back of your closet or bottom of your “ everything that doesn’t have an official place” bureau drawer.

Having a new infusion set go in pain free.

An unexpected D-Meet-up.

D-Meet-ups in general.

Finding a cylinder of unused test strips at the bottom of your gym bag.

The feeling of tranquility that a freshly filled insulin reservoir brings.

Working out and not going low ½ way through because you’ve used your “temporary bolus” feature.

An Endo that believes in giving samples.

Sleeping in because you can.

Not having to eat because you don’t feel like it.

Eating a carb filled meal because you’ve become the master of the duel wave bolus.

Pickles = free foods.

Infusion Set Nirvana.

Finding an Endo and CDE who works and talks with you instead of at you.

Speaking the language of diabetes with someone who’s been there and done that without ever uttering the D word~


What are your diabetes moments zen?

Fluoride. Poison intentionally placed in our water supply

Fluoride. Poison intentionally placed in our water supply
Flouride is a known, and very dangerous poison.

But in many areas of the UK fluoride is intentionally added to our water supply. Indeed, if a local health organisation asks the local water company to add it, they are obliged to do so - even if people don't want it added. And this has now been confirmed in the courts (read the personal account of someone who fought the decision here).
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-12429248

One study has found that fluoride can damage the brain, and that children are particularly vulnerable.
http://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/new-study-fluoride-can-damage-the-brain---avoid-use-in-children-124299299.html
http://www.laleva.org/eng/2011/06/new_study_fluoride_can_damage_the_brain.html

But we add the poison directly to our water supply in order, it is said, to safeguard their teeth. For a similar reason, we are encouraged to clean our teeth with fluoride toothpaste.

The National Pure Water Association is campaigning to change current UK policy, and if you would like to support them in their effort to prevent this intentional poisoning of the population, visit this website. http://www.npwa.org.uk/

Forced medication is something that the ConMed Establishment is keen on. It is currently rife in the USA, and there are murmurings in the UK that because Big Pharma drugs are 'so good for us' (sic), we should be forced to take them.

I ask the question. What sort of medical system is it that has to force people to take their medicine? Especially when that 'medicine' is given to us - free of charge!

My Spin on the Roche / Diabetes Social Media Summit

The Diabetes Social Media Summit "Think Tank" Picture courtesy of Roche.
For a numbered legend of the photo and links to each person click here 
Thanks tudiabetes!

Many a post is already up regarding Roche’s new Media Summit- I needed a few days to rap my head around what I had just been a part of.

First off, BIG THANKS to Amy for making it happen and asking me to be a part of something that was not just historic, but incredibly life changing!

Second set of BIG THANKS go to Roche, who extended the invite and were incredibly brave to invite us all out, on their dime, and for listening to what we as Patient Bloggers  and Patients had to say - both positive and negative. As a group, we were not at a loss for words and thefact that they were willing to listen, no holds bared, was incredible!

The Day started off on an annoying note at Philadelphia International Airport when I was unable to update Diabetesaliciousness from my Blogger account via my iPhone - I even approached another iphone user at the airport and he had no luck getting the keyboard to appear in the blogger account either.

On a positive note- Leeann from The Butter Compartment was sitting at the terminal when I arrived and we were happy to find out that we were on the same plane!

The flight left about 20 minutes late but was uneventful.  The plane was a shuttle and I was happy when we landed.

When we arrived in Indiana, Leeann ran to baggage claim and I ran to the rest room. When we met up again, we were joined by  Bennet, from Your Diabetes May Vary,

who had also been on our plane.

We were met by a Driver whose name I forget, and who was not a  Roche employee, but an employee of a shuttle company whom Roche works with.  MORE ON THIS LATER.

In the lobby we were greeted by Scott S, Joe, and Gina- all whom I’d met before. Lot’s of hugs ensued and I ran up to my room to get dressed for Dinner, then I ran back to the lobby where I ran into William Lee Dubois- except I wasn’t sure if it was him or not so I just said “Hello” and smiled. We had the opportunity to talk in ernest later on.


D Ladies in the house!

At the Bar I ran into more Diabetes folks I'd met IRL; Fran, Kerri, Amy,and Bernard who I'd met on previous D-outtings, and  immediately met Chris, Scottie J, Sandra,  David from Diabetes Daily, Kitty (who I'd talked with on the phone) and Crystal for the first time in Real LIfe

I also met and  talked with both Brandy from Diabetic Sisters and Jeff Hitchcock from Children With Diabetes, , but not nearly enough, but they were awesome just the same!

 When I turned to my left there was Charlie Cherry from Diabetes Power Hour, all dressed in black and very Johnny Cash like, standing next to Chris from Diabetic Rockstar

The bar was Diabetes Blog Central and the Roche reps had a difficult time getting us out of the lobby- it was like a class reunion and people 

Scott S & his "Angels" 

were hugging, chatting, taking pics and buying drinks. We literally could have stayed there all night!

I was standing next to Amy T, Fran C, and Riva Greenberg when a Roche rep grabbed us and steered us towards the hotel entrance “ We need to start filling up the shuttle to the restaurant, so a group of us got on the shuttle and began bonding even more.

We arrived at Maggiano’s and walked into a dinning room filled with Roche Reps from every department. They walked up to us and immediately started engaging us in conversation – and we did the same. It was very strange and flattering to hear one’s blog quoted from the folks at Roche-I’m glad they did their research!

Half way into the  "getting to know you portion of the evening I would meet Ninjbetic (and ran across the dining room to hug him tight) and  CALPUMPER  in the flesh, both who experienced flight delays, for the first time- and they are wonderful!

 Dinner at Maggiano’s has been described as a 7h grade dance with Roche employees interested in life with diabetes and DBloggers willing to share. And that’s exactly what it was! I believe both sides walked away from the evening knowing the other on a personal level, and a great time was had by all!

At the Dinner/Dance with my boys!

Room 966 A.K.A - The Room of Shared Stories...and a Stalker Free Zone for those being stalked by Tim

After more chatting and giggling, we got down to the business of sharing our D story. It was amazing and I’m not sure if I can put it all into words, except to say, at that very moment there’s no place I would have rather been.

When It was my turn, I took a deep breath- (FYI, I am usually NEVER at a loss for words regarding life with D) but I have to tell you, as I looked around at the faces in room 966, I felt that I was looking into the eyes of my Diabetes, past, present, and future. And for one split second, I thought of a particular face that would have benefited the most from the DOC, but had left this world back in 1991. The emotion that had been welling inside me all night, came to the surface and I couldn’t hold back.

I talked about my “D Story” and I’m really not sure exactly what I said,

but I do remember at one point I broke my own “There’s no crying in baseball” rule and my voice began to faltered. I started to cry tears of acceptance and joy, of loss and happiness all rolled into one.

G-Ninja opened his arms and hugged me tight and made me laugh, and in that room, I felt safe.

Room 966 was also protected Chris’s virtue from his stalker Tim- so it was truly a safe haven for all!

Thursday – The Summit-

The Summit itself was 8 hours of intense Dialogue between the diabetes communities expressing our wants needs and concerns with Roche.

The first part of the morning was devoted to ways in which to reach out to the patient population, creating guidelines, and  a Manifesto for both Pharma and Patient Bloggers to follow in Social Media. Both Manny & Amy have detailed breakdowns-GO READ THEM if you haven’t already.

Roche and other Pharmaceutical companies want to enter the world of New Media and as Diabetes consumers, and we want them to- absolutely. But we,as Patient Bloggers, Patients, and Consumers require that Pharma's participation is done in a way that’s honest and upfront, and in a way where we the consumer concerns will not only be heard, but validated.

During a lunch breakout session, I told Dan Majestic, Director of Sales for Roche, “That Diabetes is a Technology based disease and we need to be able to afford the technology, because our life literally depends in it - In order to treat we need to test, and test often.”

Not only do all companies across the board need affordable testing options, (and insulin, insulin-pump, CGM and other options) we need insurance and Medicare to stop limiting the amount of strips they are willing to pay for.

For instance, Medicare will only pay for patients to test 3 times a day. How does one fix their blood sugar issue by testing 3 times a day?

All the diabetics in the room agreed that advertising MUST stop pitching the two faces of diabetes that the public knows:  

1. The Ideal Diabetic

2. The Bad Diabetic (Steel Magnolia version)

For all of us in the Dblogville and beyond, the “Ideal Diabetic” is not one whose numbers are constantly at a 97. 

The Ideal Diabetic is one who puts the guilt of the numbers aside and learns from every test taken. 

The Ideal Diabetic is one who makes mistakes and learns from them.

The Ideal Diabetic is one who voices her or his opinion and becomes not just a Diabetes Advocate for themself, but for everyone else whose lives are affected by the disease.

We in the DOC – and beyond, ARE the Ideal Diabetic-the rest of society needs to relearn what diabetes is and what it means to be a PWD.

Kelly Close, from Close Concerns mentioned that Diabetes is perceived as a character flaw- and she’s absolutely right! 

I've said it before and I'll say it again,Diabetes is the only disease (besides sexually transmitted diseases) where the patient is blamed for their disease.

A perfect example of this was what LeenAnn, Bennet, and I experienced on the car ride to our hotel. 

The 3 of us were picked up by a Black Car Service, and the following conversation transpired with our Driver, who WAS NOT a Roche Rep, but he did represent John Q Public’s ideal regarding Diabetes:

Driver: SO, what business are you all in?

Me: We are in the business of living a great life with Diabetes.

Driver: REALLY? A great life with Diabetes? You all should take your patients to Dialysis ward- let them see what happens when Diabetics don’t take care of themselves.

I looked at Leeanne and her face was literally frozen in horror.

Bennet: WE ARE THE CLIENT.

Me: YEP, WE are People with Diabetes.

Driver: I didn’t mean to offend, really I didn’t I WAS A PATIENT in the Dialysis ward and my mom’s a diabetic.

Me: Times are different today; it’s much easier to take of your diabetes. Nothing is off limits and the technology is much more advanced than 30 years ago-it’s more advanced that 5 years ago. 

Needless to say, we were on the defense-, which is not very different than most days for those of us with the Big D.

Do I blame the Driver for his poorly chosen words that we have all heard before? NO I don't. 

I blame the way society- including Doctor’s blame the PWD. Do I want the gentleman fired? NO I DON’T. I want him and the rest of the world to be properly educated in Diabetes; it's causes,it’s issues, and it’s management to prevent conversations like this from ever having happening.

Back to the Summit:

At one point in the afternoon, Ginger Viera  mentioned the fact that we need to look at 1 number at a time and that she’d much rather "see an ad that showed a meter with a number of 310 with a real Person with Diabetes in ad that stated: This is Ginger, she woke up with a 310, now what? “ And all of us in the DOC wholeheartedly agreed.

I raised my hand and Amy handed me the mic. I stated that I wanted to see the guilt of being a diabetic be removed from the disease.

“As Diabetics, we are always saying, “I’m sorry.” Sorry to our Doctors, our friends, our parents. The guilt starts with the high numbers and the reactions we get. It becomes a Domino affect; patients start fudging logbooks, lying to our docs so we don’t have to feel guilty. Patients stop going to see their Endo’s and stop testing.”

The last 20 minutes of the day was tense when Chris from Diabetic Rockstar brought up the cost of test strips and Fran Carpenter had has back! Let me say that I was not there for Chris’s initial question- I was in the bathroom. But When I returned to the talk questions were flying across the room regarding the cost of test strips.

I wasn’t quite sure what was happening, but I do know SOMETHING MUST be done regarding the cost of being a diabetic on every level.

Scott King, of Diabetes Health had a great suggestion of offering special insurance for test strip customers without insurance- which would be wonderful  for all parties involved. More people could afford to buy the strips and test more often.

Collectively as a whole, we only had 8 hours of discussion and 8 hours isn’t enough to change the way things are done. But I believe it was a great first step in the process towards change and understanding between all parties. 

Roche was the first Pharmaceutical Company in history to openly reach-out to a group of Patient Bloggers - that move is both historical and positive on their part, and I thank them for taking that first step and asking me to take part.   

Now, if they can continue with what was started, wonderful things can happen.

END NOTE: I was the only person who stayed a second night, due an original flight that had me leaving the conference by 1pm.  I had signed up for the Roche tour and didn’t want to miss it. Roche was kind enough to change my flight in June and I was able to stay the extra night-, which was great thing because I was physically and emotionally exhausted. The Tour of the Test Strip manufacturing plant was impressive, a lot goes into to the production of those little strips, including gold, rocket science, and many peoples sweat and hard work. Both William Lee Dubois and David Mandosa have excellent recaps- READ THEM.

When I said my goodbyes to the group on the airport shuttle I was sad. I hugged everyone tight and as I got off the bus, Scottie J was getting on-“Hey what about me, where’s my hug?” As I hugged him tight and we told one another how we felt from the heart.

The car ride back was quiet, the hotel was quiet, even my dinner for one at The Cheesecake Factory was quiet- I was missing friends and trying to fully understnad what had just transpired in the past 32 hours. The waitress had to come back 4 times before I was ready to order. Note to self: Never go to the Cheese Cake Factory when you want to have a light meal and some self-reflection UNLESS you know the menu!

“I needed "more time" in every sense of the phrase,” and that's exactly what I told my waitress, and she gave it to me.  Allowing me to sitting outside on the patio, with my sunglasses on, which was good thing because I started to tear up. I missed my D friends so much, and I was so proud of what we had all accomplished that day.

 

Homeopathy, Mastitis and Cows

Homeopathy, Mastitis and Cows
More evidence that homeopathy works! You can find a summary of the evidence, and the reference at

http://www.homeopathy-ich.org

In  brief, this is an EU funded research project that found that homeopathy protects cows against potential udder infection. Over 100 cows in Switzerland took part in the trial, and results showed that homeopathy gave 9-fold better protection compared to the control groups.

The homeopathy denialists, and homeophobes will undoubtedly claim two things. First, the cows knew they were being treated, so it was just placebo effect! And/or that the quality of the research was not good enough! But then, who cares about what they think. This is just further proof of the power of homeopathy, and so is welcome additional evidence.



Jet Hagged

Diazon/Jet Hag -The two faces of Kelly


Today is another day indeed and much better then the previous one. A big shout out to all of you who helped me through yesterdays crap storm! I think part of the reason I was so discombobulated and stressed out yesterday was not only due to a bad case of the Mondays, but the lingering effects of jet lag. Yes, yours truly was Jet Hagged.

The past 5 weeks has been filled with lots of travel – which I love, except for the getting to and from part. Last week took me on a three-day work trip (Tuesday through Thursday) where I crossed two time zones and spent the majority of my time on a plane and a full 28 hours at my intended destination. Was it worth it? Yes indeed it was.

Diabetically speaking, my blood sugars were not a problem...for the most part.

But the whole plane thing was and always does throw my body clock for a loop.

When I fly I don’t sleep a wink. I wish that wasn’t true, but apparently that’s just how I roll. I spent most of my time reading and listening to my ipod, but both get old after 5 hours on a plane.

I drink tons of water to begin with, but I double that amount when I travel. I did try to rest when I got to my hotel. I actually crawled under the covers and attempted a nap before dinner, but sadly it was just an attempt, no actual nap occurred.

I didn’t change my basal settings while I was away, but I did set a few temporary basal rates and watched my blood sugars like a hawk. Blood sugars were good for the most part, a few after dinner highs, but nothing that a correction bolus couldn't fix.

When I returned home Thursday night I was tired and happy, but I still couldn’t sleep. I think I finally crawled into bed around midnight.

I was at work by 9 a.m. on Friday morning and was fine the first half of the day, but I felt and most likely looked like something the cat dragged in for the second 1/2.

My weekend consisted of lounging, beating the heat, and a few prior commitments with old friends. Still, I don’t think I ever really caught up on my sleep, let alone adjusted to my home turf time zone. And lets face it, the crazy hot weather on the east coast didn’t help.

Diabetes wise, I was doing OK, but energy wise, not so much.

All I wanted to do was sleep.

Cut to yesterday and my “bad case of the Mondays” major meltdown and perfect storm of diabetes/life bullshit (say that three times fast) and I was officially spent!

So I’m curious folks, how do you handle your diabetes when it comes to jetlag and traveling?

Do you find yourself fine during the trip, but a bit “off” after, or is the other way around for you?

How do your blood sugars react to long flights and different time zones?

Any jetlag tips you can share with the rest of us?

Bottom line: How do you prevent yourself from turning into a total Jet Hag?