I'm 100! Anyone wanna give me a dollar?
When I was growing up, whenever my blood sugar hit the reading of "100,"my father would give me a dollar. It was very exciting. I always tried to convince him to give me two dollars for a "200" but I was never successful. He's stopped doing it now that I've moved out of the house, so I try to get other people to do it but to no avail.
So what do I do when I'm frustrated with lows, highs, finger pricking and am-I-going-to-lose-my-kidney fears?
I label postcards.
This afternoon, just before heading to Trader Joe's to buy groceries, I stopped by the American Diabetes Association. Cindy, the area manager, asked me if I wanted to help label postcards for an educational event at a Cold Stone's Ice Creamery in Roseburg, OR. I spent about an hour labeling postcards and chit-chatting about the newest National Youth Advocate and religion. Not that those two have anything to do with each other....
Anyway, I enjoy being able to take out my frustrations on having diabetes by being able to help an organization dedicated to eradicating my fears. It's very empowering to be apart of the solution, not just bemoaning the problem.
'Til next time, signing out.