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May 2011


Since the fill, I am steadily losing weight and best of all, I am not consistently and constantly hungery.


The unfill was good and bad.  I am up 20 pounds from my lowest but some of that is robot stress weight.  The unfill taught me why I need the lapband. 


I still need work to deal with what I can eat, how to eat it, and how to deal with deprivation.  My summer project.


So I am not “out of control” hungry any more, and this is an EXCELLENT thing. 

My gastro doctor once again, screwed up my prescription.  Now I have a 60 day supply.  I give up.

Just called and cancelled it, and I am going to call my new fill doctor and have her fill it.


For the last month, I have had no fluid in my band.  I had it all removed because I wasn’t keeping much down and when they did a barium swallow, my esophagus was not working.

It has been hell.  I can’t remember being so hungry in my life.

Went into day, did another barium swallow and everything looks good. 

I now have 5 cc in my band.

This is a good thing.  I hope.

More on Firing a Doctor

And she is going to stay fired, even if we get this fixed, as she drives me nuts.  I also think that the reflux may be gone.  The hiatal hernia disappeared that Dr. Loeb found (that Loeb).

She sent in the approval paperwork for Delixant correctly, BUT instead of sending in a 90 day script for Delixant, she sent in a script for Protonix.  And we all know that no one in her office could have made that mistake.

Well, Protonix has never worked for me.  Though I am not sure the Delixant is doing anything and well know better this afternoon after 2:00 pm.

Just fired a doctor

I love Medco and the games they play with gastric reflux disease drugs.  I honestly don’t know where the source of the problem is, but I just fired my gastro doctor.

She did all the paper work to get me approval for the drug, but faxed in a 45 day prescription.  I have to pay the same price if it is a 90 day prescription or a 45 day prescription.

I’ve called Medco twice, they haven’t gotten the 90 day.  I’ve called the doctor’s office and faxed them, they claim they faxed it on May 5th, but Medco claims they didn’t get it.  The office has to send a message to the doctor to get me the 90 day prescription either faxed or even if they give me a copy.

Oh, by the way, I faxed her twice about the 90 day prescription myself since May 5th, and she hasn’t responded.

Good news, I’m seeing a lapband doctor this afternoon, and I’ll get the prescription that way.

Dog shows and testing blood sugar

Okay, to begin with dog shows and testing blood sugar doesn’t really mix.  My dogs have a couple of different attitudes about testing.  Macy doesn’t like it, Dulce thinks it’s a super great opportunity to get into trouble as mom can’t do much about it until she’s done.

Almost a blooper, I am really bad about not having my meter in my kit.  I finally grabbed a spare and put it in the dog show bag, but guess what, it’s missing.

Yesterday I was in Denton showing, which I actually liked.  Very small facility, very small rings, but managed to get close parking each day.  Since I don’t groom on site, it was great (this one grooms outside under cover). 

I grabbed my chair, set up against the wall but opposite the ring gate, thinking that would give me some breathing room.  NOPE!  My pump alarm went off to test, and people were climbing over me WITH their dogs to get to the next space.  ARGH! 

One woman and her dog were literally on top of us, said excuse me, and I said “Sorry, I’m trying to test my blood sugar” and woman STILL climbed over us, and took our space.  Honestly, I cannot test and control my dog at the same time and I shouldn’t have had to.

Oh well.

What we have learned

There are a ton of Type 1 Diabetes bloggers out there, and they still haven’t discovered me.  That’s really okay, because that isn’t the purpose of the blog.

I haven’t done Saturday’s topic yet, I was busy showing my dog in conformation.  I have some cool pictures though that I’d like to share when I get a chance.

Conformation?  It’s how dogs get AKC championships.  We walk fast around the ring, showing off our dogs, toss them on a table so the judge can look at them closer (only the little dogs), and let them tell us which dog looks better.  And if you have a big dog, you get to run.  Completely subjective.  I have fun with it but the requirement that they can’t be spayed may get us out of the ring soon.

And yes, I can do anything I want, diabetes or not.

Awesome things

The most awesome thing I have done since diabetes is to continue to compete in dog agility with my dogs. I was diagnosed with diabetes after I had started competing with Marcie and made it excellent B with her. Also competed with Maggie in Excellent A and now with Macy. Dulce is coming along nicely.

Dog sports, especially agility has been my first experience with socializing with women as most of interests have been male oriented. I met my husband playing chess, for example. I am computer scientist which us also male dominated.

So yes, even over weight, older women who have diabetes can participate in sports.

By the way, learned something interesting yesterday. Sarah Ferguson (Duchess of York) is the same age as I am and married the same year - I definitely made better choices.

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10 Things I hate about Diabetes

  • I hate having to test.  Worst yet, I hate it when someone asks me “doesn’t that hurt”.  My answer is always, yes, I just poked a hole in my finger so I would bleed.
  • I hate having to stop what I am doing to test.
  • I hate needles.  Have since I had to have plastic surgery twice after a car accident.  I can’t look even when I’m doing the needle.  I’ve had a couple of insertion devices that you have to see the needle to the insertion – major fail.  Haven’t been able to even finish the box.
  • I hate going low.  Hate that more than anything, so I tend to run high lately.
  • Hate blurred version.  Since I am running high, my vision stays blurred, but not at the exact same rate.
  • I hate the diabetes police.  I avoid eating in public at all costs because of them.
  • I hate dealing with medical personnel who don’t understand diabetes.
  • I hate sugar cravings.
  • I hate having to carry all the emergency equipment around, and restocking it.
  • Oh, heck, I just hate diabetes.