The Last… Breakfast?

I am currently eating a delicious and nutritious breakfast of eggs, milk, and fruit. But what makes it even better is knowing that this is the last meal I will need to give an injection for! I am getting the insulin put in my pump this morning!!! I am so incredibly excited and happy for what will come! Ill update my blog in a week or so to let everyone know how it’s going! Au revoir!



Hello fellow bloggers! I just realized that it has been a couple of months since I’ve updated this blog! Where did the time go?! I apologize for that! Things got pretty hectic with the end of school and then the beginning of summer. I have so much to tell you all!

These past few weeks have been quite exciting, to say the least. It all started out in the second week of July. My patience was wearing thin… I was sick of doing injections 5+ times a day, and not being able to sleep soundly due to a fear of going low during the night! It was starting to get to me and I just wanted to go on a pump and get my glucose monitor.

As I said in my last post, I was getting a Dexcom G4 Platinum and thinking of an Omnipod. The second week in July, I went to a presentation to introduce me to insulin pumps. There were vendors there from Omnipod, Medtronic, and Animas. After doing more research, I realized that my heart no longer desired an Omnipod. The new apple of my eye was indeed, the One Touch Ping by Animas.

I was initially afraid of the tubing. “I don’t want some frightening, alien plastic tube attached to my body,” I thought to myself. But then thanks to guidance from my doctors and some clear-minded decision making, the paperwork was well on its way for my new Animas pump and Dexcom!

As I eagerly sat by the window like a puppy who is awaiting the return of their owner, I jumped at the sound of every truck passing. Then, the doorbell rang. I leapt out of my chair and swung open the door, and VOILA!!! My Dexcom had arrived! Eager to begin, I tore open the box and dove into all the videos and manuals. After some self-education, I was able to successfully insert my first sensor! Finally, up and running!

I have received my pump in the mail and tomorrow morning I have my first training session. I will start wearing my pump filled with saline, so I can practice bolusing and getting used to the controls and what it feels like to be attached to the pump. There is so much to learn! I will post tomorrow and let you guys know how it went!

I am also planning on doing a Dexcom review and a pump review after I actually start wearing it. I will hopefully be posting a bit more frequently, but I’m not sure how that’s going to work since I will be starting my JUNIOR YEAR (AHH) in high school in a few weeks.

I hope this post finds you all happy and healthy and loving life! Until next post!

My Diagnosis

I was diagnosed with Type I Diabetes on 4/26/13. Unlike many young people who are diagnosed, I was not in critical condition, nor was I very sick. It’s actually a weird story. What started out as a trip to the pediatrician ended in being admitted to the hospital.

I went to the pediatrician after school one Friday afternoon because I had swollen ankles and feet that my mom felt I should have checked out. After a typical urine sample was tested, it was discovered that I was spilling glucose and ketones. My doctors told me I needed to go to the emergency room to have more comprehensive tests done and see if I was diabetic.

I broke down. I was so scared. What will happen to me? I had no idea what I was in store for. I cried. Was this my fault? Should I have listened to my mom when she said to stop eating so much junk?

I arrived in the emergency room and was soon taken to the pediatric section. I sat in a gurney for over 6 hours. During this time, I had blood taken and was hooked up to IV fluids. Doctors poked and prodded and stabbed me with sharp objects. All the while, I’m trying to not think about what I had a feeling was inevitable: a positive diagnosis for diabetes. I didn’t want it to be true.

Surely enough my fears were confirmed. I was admitted to the hospital around midnight that night. I was brought up to the floor and put in a room next to a little girl with severe asthma. I tried to sleep but I was woken several times in the night by fits of her coughing and by my nurse who tested my sugar and adjusted my machines. I was told I would have to stay a whole other day.

The doctors flocked into my room throughout the entire time I was there the next day. They counted all my carbs, taught me how to test my sugars, talked to me about carb counting, gave me prescriptions, and tried to explain what was going on in my body.

I knew that my life was going to change, and that big challenges were ahead.