Adding more blogs to my list

I woke up at 3:30am this morning. No reason. I wasn’t too high (even after spaghetti – yum!) I wasn’t too low. But I was wide awake. I visited the bathroom and tried to go back to sleep. It didn’t work. So I got up, started the coffee and sat at the computer.

On a Monday morning, there aren’t a whole lot of blog posts out there in d-land. I wasn’t in the mood for Pinterest. I read the newspapers and then hit my Google Reader to see and read whatever was there. And I hit the Jackpot!

Christina, over at stick with it sugar hosted the November Best of the ‘Betes and she has a great list of d-blogs, some of which I’d never seen or read. So, before the “crack of dawn,” there I was, happily exploring d-land.

And so, I’ve added more blogs to my Google Reader list. Yes, it’s more to read. But more importantly, it’s more to learn!

And then, when I got home from work this afternoon, I read that NPR thinks the blogs just aren’t that important. I beg to differ. As I wrote when I asked to add my signature to this post – Open letter to NPR about Diabetes Social Media piece – If I hadn’t found d-blogs back in 2005, I think, no, I KNOW I would be a raving, diabetic lunatic by now.

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Trying to explain the DOC

As most people who read this know, I live in a small town in New Hampshire. I don’t have many pump sightings around here. One was before I got my Ping and that was a waiter at a local restaurant, and two recent sightings were people who were here, but don’t live here.

Being in Overland Park, KS last week to visit our sons and enjoy a Thanksgiving dinner that I didn’t cook or clean up was lots of fun. Eating out at restaurants meant HUGE carb counts and lots of insulin, much more than I usually use. Shopping at stores that are just a few minutes down the road, lots of fun, too. The best though, the very best, was meeting up with the Kansas City friends who have diabetes. I’ve shown friends my pictures and they’re polite and totally perplexed that a)I wanted to have dinner with people I barely know & b)that this group of people went out of their way to meet for dinner. It was especially nice of my husband to come along for the fun! (umm, like I gave him a choice…)

I’ve missed our NH Ping Support Group meetings recently, once for gum surgery (ick!) and the last one we were away.

Tomorrow – drum roll, here!!! Shannon, mom of Brendon (who has T1), sometimes blogger at Mom Wants a Diabetes Cure, and a Facebook buddy – and I are meeting for lunch! She was a great support to me when I began my diabetes life and so, I’m looking forward to meeting her – for real! Plus, she has a wicked sense of humor…

I wouldn’t have gotten my diagnosis changed/corrected without the DOC.
I wouldn’t have a pump without the DOC.
I wouldn’t sweat the small d-stuff without the DOC.
I wouldn’t know how to SWAG without the DOC.
I wouldn’t be the relatively happy d-person that I am, without the DOC.

I could list more but… you know!

I’ll take pictures!

Even Thumper Knows

I grew up being reminded by my parents that, “If you can’t say anything nice, then don’t say anything at all.”

Take 23 seconds to remember…

For the most part, I try to do that.

I’ve found some good friends here in d-blog land. I’m sorry I moved here but I’ve discovered it’s a friendly place to live. (To be honest, I thought the same thing when we moved to Kansas “Kansas?? You want us to move to Kansas??” and that became a wonderful place to live!)

Anyway… One of the things that continues to astound me is our support of all d-people, no matter the type or the age. Since venturing into d-blog land (a small part of d-land), I’ve found some of the nicest people I’ve ever known.

I’ve laughed, I’ve cheered, I’ve cried and most importantly I’ve learned.

I thank everyone who has offered advice, a pat on the back or just a friendly word or two. It’s deeply appreciated.

PS – about Bambi – a long time ago we were going to see Jaws with friends. I didn’t want to see Jaws and so, I talked my fairly new husband into going to see Bambi. The friends called when they got home and said they wished they’d gone to Bambi also.