It’s a chilly, rainy day, and my body hurts. All of it. It makes diabetes seem like a good deal. So does asthma. I would think asthma season would be over, but I guess not. Or maybe it’s something my grandson tends to spray in his room and, sometimes, around the house. Allergies, too: My eyes are still watery and I’m still sneezing. Hasn’t the pollen gone bye-bye by now?
Once I was teasing a friend who was in his 80s at the time and asked what it was like to be ancient. “I thought it would be more fun,” he said.
Hey, I’m getting to that point and, as much as I love all of the seasons except for hot, humid summer, I’m beginning to understand why people retire to Florida. I had a special deal for Las Vegas appear in my e-mail box a few minutes ago and thought about it a bit. Alas, I can’t afford it right now — not with a trip to NYC coming up in January and a long cruise in April/May. But some nice, warm sunshine would feel good right about now.
Anybody know what the lottery numbers will be this week?
Nothing to do but make a pot of my favorite chilly, rainy day food — soup. This time, it was 16-bean soup. Beans are good. They’re full of fiber and protein. I like it the way my grandfather taught me to eat it: Put a slice of bread on a plate (or, in my case, a spaghetti bowl) and pour a ladleful of beans and some soup over the bread. That’s, of course, unless I have cornbread with my beans, which I did not this time. I start eating cornbread and my blood glucose soars.
My grandson saw the package from the beans and was teasing me about being lazy and buying a bag that had a mixture of 16 beans in it.
“You expect me to buy 16 bags of beans and mix them up?” I asked him. That might last us a year or two, even if I had a bowl large enough to mix 16 packages of beans in. Not even the bowl I use when I make double batches of bread is large enough for that.
At least one thing is going well. A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the infusion sites for my insulin pump not lasting very well and about getting lumps pretty quickly. I changed the sites to some new real estate — below the waist instead of above — and all is well now. I think it was just time to let the area I’ve been using for a few years rest for a while. If anybody else has had to let an area rest, about how long should it take before I can go back there?
My continuous glucose monitor continues to give me some problems, albeit not as many, or as drastic. I still don’t trust it as much as I did my former one, however, so I tend to do a lot of finger sticks. That’s a lot of strips on top of the cost of sensors.
There is something I feel compelled to tell you that’s totally off any of those topics. Somebody who is Type 1 posted to a mail list I’m on asking about the symptoms of diabetic ketoacidosis (DKA) and finally said he was asking because he ran out of insulin before his order arrived and he went for more than a day without insulin. He wasn’t feeling so well, he said. He kept getting sicker and sicker. Duh.
Don’t ever do that. Go to the pharmacy and get a bottle of Regular. It’s a lot less expensive than the newer insulins and works just as well, albeit not as fast. Many of us lived on Regular before the late 1990s when Humalog, the first rapid-acting insulin, was released.
Wal-Mart has a store brand that may be even less expensive than getting a bottle of brand-name Regular.
Cultivate a friend or more with diabetes so you can get an emergency bottle if necessary. You can pay the person back when you get your shipment. Use the social media to find somebody in your area who will front you some insulin until yours arrives and you can give the person a bottle from your shipment.
Just don’t stop taking your insulin. It can literally be deadly.