Obat Diabetes

idiot sa·vant

Pronunciation: \ˈē-ˌdyō-sä-ˈväⁿ, or same as idiot and savant for respective sing and plural forms\

Function: noun

Etymology: French, literally, learned idiot

1 : a person affected with a mental disability who exhibits exceptional skill or brilliance in some limited field (as mathematics or music) —called also savant
2 : a person who is highly knowledgeable about one subject but knows little about anything else

diabetes sa-vant

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I had dinner with a friend last night & we chatted about all sorts of interesting things. Work, music, our families, and as always, life with diabetes. I told my friend that a life lived with diabetes is a dizzying array of numbers at every twist and turn, it really is.

As every person with diabetes knows, we are continually bombarded with numbers. Blood sugar numbers, insulin units, carb grams, fiber grams, and fat grams. Blood pressure numbers, creatine & clearance numbers, and cholesterol numbers, pump model numbers. You name it; we have a number for it.

Then I told my friend that I feel like Rain Man when it came to carb counting, a Diabetes Savant of sorts. No matter what the food, I must find or remember the carb for it in order to achieve the holy grail of “Blood Sugar Nirvana. It’s like my life is a carb counting game show of sorts, and the stakes are higher when I’m at a restaurant.

Guestimating the carb count comes into play more and I hope with all my heart that I get it right, so I can claim the parting gift of a “good numbers’ a few hours later.

Right before we sat down for dinner, I’d tested, and my blood sugar was 130 - I was happy with that.

As we read the menu, a basket of whole grain and French bread was brought to the table, with real butter. Now I don’t buy butter at home, but when I’m out to dinner and butter presents itself, I apply liberally.

I gnawed at the bread (it was so good) and bloused a unit. For some reason I was craving steak (normally I don't eat red meat, so when I do crave it, I get it) and ordered “STEAK FRITES.” Translation: a seared hanger steak sautéed in butter w/thin fries and greens.

As we waited for our meal, I did some diabetes multitasking, while paying attention to what my friend was saying and having a conversation about Brett Michaels and Celebrity Apprentice, and silently calculating the “diabetes Math in my head. O grams of carbs for the steak, 30 grams for the fries, 0 grams of carbs for the greens, and 5 grams of carbs because I really wanted another slice of bread. I programmed my blood sugar of 130, 35 grams of carbs on the sly, and my old minimed 512 computed the facts and told me I’d need exactly 3.3 units of insulin to cover the meal. Done and done.

Much like the company, dinner was outstanding.

Then it was time for dessert and the Crème Brulee tempted us both with its creamy delicious song. Previous experience with the power of Crème Brulee has taught me that 2.5 units usually does the trick, if all the diabetes stars are aliened just so.

I bloused again and hoped for the best.

We continued to talking, and finally said our goodbyes.

As I drove home, two major thoughts entered my mind.

1. I'd had a great night out
2. I couldn’t wait to get home and see how close I’d actually come to attaining Blood Sugar Nirvana.

I walked in the door, tossed my keys on the table, grabbed my glucometer out of my bag, took a deep breathe and tested. I was 122.

Blood Sugar Nirvana had been achieved - this time, and all was right with my world~

It’s never a good idea to lance your finger directly and on the exact same spot that said finger has a nasty paper cut on. You know the cut I'm talking about, the one that FINALLY stopped bleeding a few hours ago - And now is gushing again like Old Faithful because you weren't paying attention to where you stuck it. And yes, I know.... That's what she said ;)

Peanut butter and jam on a spoon is NOT always the ideal bedtime snack if your running on the high side.

Sinus issues DO cause wonky blood sugar numbers - At least in your case. So EMBRACE THE TEMPORARY BOLUS already!

Make sure that before you go to bed with 9 units of insulin left in your pump, you write yourself HUGE notes & leave them right by your alarm clock & charging cell phone, reminding yourself to lock and load a new insulin reservoir BEFORE you leave the house for work in the morning.

Low carb does not = low in fat.

When you see insulin pump batteries on sale, BUY THEM, even if you think you have more than an ample supply.

If you use the emergency infusion set that you leave in your driver's side door pocket just in case of an emergency, make sure you replace said emergency infusion set after using it, ASAP. There are no such things as Replacement Diabetes Supplies Elves, same goes for Toilet Paper Replacement Elves (elves who magically replace the toilet paper when the roll is done) - YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, KID!

Sunscreen is a must, as is reapplying liberally.

Aspirin therapy = bleeding gums every single time you floss, so don’t have a major freak out and start crying to your Dental Hygienist "that something is terribly wrong!"
God, you're such a Drama Queen!

You are what you eat.

You are not a number, or your number for that matter. You are a person who is doing and being and trying her best - And that is a wonderful thing ~