Concrete Thinking

Joslin for TrialNet LIFT study today.

Fasting 88 mg/dL. (For science, irrelevant; anecdotally = demonstrates benefit of gluten free/low carb diet.) (I wish this merited some kind of trophy and it doesn’t. I suppose the imagined future/miniscule health benefit is its own reward. Is it kind of amazing that my fastings were drifting higher and higher, almost always in the 120’s, and now I’m always in the 80’s-90’s? No. It is not. But isn’t it some kind of something?) (GLUUUUUTEN.)

Wearing a Dexcom to an OGTT is like bringing (a thing a person might find useful in the not-near future) to (a bat mitzvah/an engagement party/the GRE). [Gift card for bikini wax/Pack n Play? Crock pot.]

Wearing a Dexcom to an OGTT is like bringing (a thing a person might find useful in the not-near future) to (a bat mitzvah/an engagement party/the GRE/baby shower). [Gift card for bikini wax/Pack n Play/Crock pot/cleats.]

Drink the drink. (75g CHO.)

Fruit punch effects (probably psychosomatic) = ringing in ears, blurry vision, feeling of needing a nap, feeling of near-future hurling.

1hr. pp: 200-something mg/dL. (Dexcom 290-something; don’t remember what vein blood said but it was lower than that—250-ish.)

2 hrs. pp: 195 mg/dL. (200mg/dL end-of-OGTT BG = outer boundary for normals.) (If boundary crossed, twice consecutively—>DX! And TrialNet refuse, however frequent/polite request, un-diagnose. Because science.) (But isn’t it something, at least some kind of gluten-carb demonizing footnote to my d-story, that not only my fasting but also my OGTT end # has improved?)

Peanut butter on graham crackers (gluten!) & goodbye, Joslin.

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And I can’t get up.

Drive. Shake Shack. RAVENOUS. Early lunch. No line. Ladyfriends with babies, slanty morning sunlight. Devour (self-)prescribed bacon cheeseburger.

Before wipe Shack sauce from mouth corner, Dexcom alert double dropsies. Restaurant fills up. Stare at empty tray. I can’t even remember eating anything. More crowded. Wish for coffee concrete. Wish french fries. Stare at crumpled napkins. Restaurant fills up more. Might cry. For want concrete. Two college dudes nearby w. trays, politely hover for table. There’s no way I can walk out of here. Oh. And now the line’s so long. Oh shit, I need a drink. I really can’t move until I have a cold drink. Stare at phone, hope dudes hover other table. Or maybe offer Bigfoot french fries? And a cold drink. One says, “Excuse me, are you still using this table?” Feel one million embarrasseds. Say, “No! I was just saving it for you! Heh heh heh,” creepy forced laugh and stand up. And wibble-wobble toward exit, morose glance at long, hungry line oh, but I want that ice cream. With Heath bars. And the french fries. With cheese. And a side dish of Shack sauce. I want to swim in a bowl of raisin bran.

Stare.

Stare.

LEARN IT:

  • A gluten free, low carb diet can cure your pretend diabetes
  • Until you drink the fruit punch
  • Always get the fries and a concrete!
  • No trophy
  • I really wish I got the concrete
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9 responses to “Concrete Thinking

  1. My MIL had Alzheimer’s, but got it too bad too quickly to see it coming. On the web are blogs of people who have been diagnosed early and can write about the journey from normalcy to a muddled-up brain. Same with diabetes. One day I didn’t have it and the next day I did. What a crazy world for you to watch the creeping, crawling monster of screwed-up blood sugars coming closer day by day….

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  2. I was thinking the same thing as Laddie. It is so interesting to watch your journey towards diabetes.

    And those fruit punch effects? Not psychosomatic. That’s what a high feels like. Icky, right?

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  3. skchrisman

    Double dropsies. šŸ‘ŽšŸ‘Ž

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  4. Love the “And I can’t get up”. So does the 1 hour, etc #s matter or is it just the 2 hr? Are they telling you the bs #s or are you checking it yourself? They never tell us anything except the fasting #.

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  5. They tell us fasting, 1-hour, and 2-hour. (By checking with a regular old glucometer, but they say the official numbers will come from TrialNet headquarters.)

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  6. Susan

    Next time I’m coming with you so I can get you the French fries and ice cream…this is just crazy that you get discharged in this condition!!!

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