Today, 8/5/2012, I’m thankful for…

spending time with one of my best girlfriends from home.

There are a lot of things I love about my friend, Jess.  But here are a few I can think of in a few minutes:

  • She’s fun to be around.
  • She always has a smile on her face.
  • She sends me Petra Mahalimuyak bidjos.  “Pold, pold, put it away!”
  • I’ve never felt as if she’s ever judged me despite my faults.
  • She looks great in periwinkle, pink, and purple, not all at the same time though-that’s just too much.
  • We can be lookin’ hott and sexy one minute and then be completely goofy and silly the next.
  • She has really delved into her Carribean Queenie roots by participating in Carnival events around the world…well really around the U.S. and Carribean.  I love the outfits and I’m gonna join you one day!
  • She understands how much it meant to me to make it into the Varsity Pep Squad. (Yes, I was in the Pep Squad.)
  • She has such a great heart for others…especially a visitor of the feline persuasion.  I don’t know how you do it.
  • She likes Skyflakes.

I love you and I miss you already, Blanche…Samantha…my beloved Jess.

Thank you for being a friend.

What a difference a month makes

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Today marks a month since I came home from the hospital. The week I spent there took its toll on my physical, mental, and spiritual well being.

When I got home from the hospital:

  • I could not get up the stairs without my legs cramping up.
  • A lap around the couch was my workout.
  • I couldn’t get anything for myself and had to rely on my family to even get me water.
  • I was taking between 24 and 39 units of my fast-acting insulin and 25 units of my slow-acting insulin a day.
  • I could not watch television without noticing that every commercial was a commercial for food I was gonna miss.
  • I just remember feeling frustrated, sad, angry, weak, and lost.
  • Then I remember thinking to myself my first week home:

    “Well, this didn’t kill me, so I must be getting stronger.”

    That’s it. Its time to stop feeIng sorry for myself. It’s time to start making myself stronger. I knew I was still recovering from gallbladder removal surgery so I knew my limitations. I began to challenge myself by adding more laps around the couch. Then I pushed myself to go up and down the stairs a second and a third time. I began to take walks around my block. Read up on diabetic eating and the reasons for my dietary needs.

    Now that it’s been a month, I can celebrate the following:

  • I made my goal of getting up and down the stairs 54 times in one day. (once for each card in a deck of cards-including the jokers-and yes, I physically brought a card upstairs each time.)
  • I can walk on the treadmill for 30 minutes at a time at an incline.
  • I’ve taken up carrying a pedometer. I haven’t been able to do 10,000 steps in a day yet but I’m working on it.
  • I now take about 12 to 15 units of fast-acting insulin a day and only 10 units of slow acting insulin a day. Writing this just made me realize that my doses have been cut by more than half!
  • I’ve gotten back to making the meals for my family, something I take great pride in.
  • I started this blog in the hopes of helping others as well as myself.
  • The blog has a section in which I will try to continue to be thankful daily.
  • I’m very hopeful and happy to be living with diabetes instead of feeling as though I’m dying of it.
  • I’ve got a lot to be thankful for this last month and I now celebrate every day.

    Don’t forget to “cut the B.S.!”