A boy and his blog

Random 10 minute lectures about how I could potentially destroy the whole family from not keeping perfect track of my blood sugars are the best lectures.

Always make me feel great about myself.

(most sarcasm I could ever use)


merriemelodie:

takingontype2:

Ummmmmm…I’m pretty sure you don’t have a choice.
I’m pretty sure that if all diabetics were given a choice, the majority of them would have passed on this whole chronic illness thing. Just saying.

This makes me angry. Very angry. UGH.

oh yeah, haha, cause when i nearly went into a coma from an over 800 blood sugar before i even knew i was diabetic, i coulda just said “but i can’t be diabetic, i love sugar too much!” haha, yeah, that’s how it works.
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merriemelodie:

takingontype2:

Ummmmmm…I’m pretty sure you don’t have a choice.

I’m pretty sure that if all diabetics were given a choice, the majority of them would have passed on this whole chronic illness thing. Just saying.

This makes me angry. Very angry. UGH.

oh yeah, haha, cause when i nearly went into a coma from an over 800 blood sugar before i even knew i was diabetic, i coulda just said “but i can’t be diabetic, i love sugar too much!” haha, yeah, that’s how it works.

asshole.

(Source: open-roads-and-endless-skies)


Okay, so let me see if I have this straight:

merriemelodie:

Cinderella gets to wake up to birds and f*cking woodland creatures:

Normal people get to wake up to alarms:

…but I get to wake up to a bloody infusion set change?

I’m rounding up a search party for THE JUSTICE IN THIS WORLD, since it seems to have gone missing. I might also put it on the side of a milk carton.

I don’t even know. I’m bellowing in rage right now, so if you hear an angry kind of strangling sound, don’t be too alarmed.

Pardon me while I change it and NOT GET MY EXTRA 15 MINUTES OF ALLOTTED SLEEPYTIME.

YOU B*TCH. GO EAT A PLASTER SANDWICH WITH A SIDE OF NAILS.

The worst thing is when it starts coming out in your sleep, so you wake up to being stabbed in the same spot over and over.

I had that happen to me once along with an empty cartridge, my pump kept on buzzing and making the loudest-ass sounds I’ve ever heard at 4am, so I woke up eventually and rolled over and was stabbed in a weird spot, jumped a bit, was stabbed again by the needle, ugh. Just yelling at my pump

I was so pissed off, ugh


September 20, 2012, 10:15am

jeremiah-andthebullfrog:

Okay, my blood sugar was a bit high this morning, but its getting better overall.

For now, I’m trying to design a good workout regime.

First I’m gonna try starting tonight:

  • Tuesday: Upper Body
    —4 sets of 10 push-ups
    —2 sets of 10 dumbbell butterflies (10lb)
    (alternating, so pushup, pushup, butterfly, pushup, pushup, butterfly) 
  • Thursday: Lower Body
    —4 sets of 10 weighted squats (10lb dumbbells)
    —5 sets of 10 situps
    (situp, squat, situp, squat, situp, squat, situp, squat, situp)
  • Saturday: Shoulders/Cardio
    12 sets of 8 arm circles (divided, so 6 clockwise, then 6 counterclockwise)
    —40 minutes on my favorite resistance pattern on eliptical
    (I’ll take a picture of the pattern when I’m home)

I’ve learned through marching band that diving into it just above your comfort level is the best route for me, it gets me motivated and makes me push myself.

While I was in marching band, I weighed 180-185, then in the months after I’d stopped my weight got to 235, since then I’ve had it steady around 220, but now that I’ve started college and am walking every day its down to 210, but I know I can get my weight healthily to 175 or even a bit less (my doctor has told me this). But I’m aiming for 180.

Reblogged from my health blog.