Niya: ” Mom, where are all the eggs?”
Me: “I’m not telling you. Keep looking.”
Niya: “I can’t find the golden egg. I wonder why it’s so special?”
She finds the golden egg. She opens it.
Niya: ” I know why it’s so special…it has cash in it.”
Song-
“The eggs, the eggs, it’s not about the eggs…it’s about Jesus on the cross not the eggs”
I noticed a lady wearing a cute blue shirt. I gave her a compliment.
My co-worker said, “Cherise has a thing for the color blue.”
I explained to the lady,” I wear blue every Friday to raise awareness for diabetes. Blue is the international color for diabetes and told her about World Diabetes Day”
photos by: Teresa
She paused.
Lady:” You have diabetes?!?”
Me: “Yes, going on 8 years in June.”
Lady: (extends her hand) “Hi, I’m a Diabetic. Nice to meet you! Do you wear a pump?”
Me: (smiling from ear to ear) “Really?!? Nice to meet you, too. Yes, I wear a pump.”
Lady: “If you ever need a sister to talk to I’m here for you. Btw, I love the whole blue idea.”
I’ve had a smile on my face since 8:15 AM:)
Friday night,I went to the movies to see “Friends with Kids“, loved it! I had a small popcorn (way more than 40 carbs) and a Diet Pepsi. I needed to change my Pod. I decided to wait-it was due to expire at 3:00 am. I slept past the pod peeping and alarming. I woke up at 9:22 am to an expired pod and a beautiful blood glucose of 91 (not complaining). Hypothetically speaking*- if I would’ve changed my pod (when it expired), I would’ve had a fasting bg of 200. I wonder if my popcorn pimped slapped my pancreas into to working for a few more hours…
6 years ago, I gave birth to a beautiful little girl. I’m blessed to have her in my life-I wouldn’t change being a mother for anything in the world. But over the course of 6 years, I managed to stop caring about my hair, eyebrows, shoes or whatever. You may ask why? I put the needs and wants of my child first. I’m going to continue to put the needs of my daughter first but I need to make sure I’m taking care of myself, splurging a little and maintaining my funky fresh style.
Last weekend, I went to lunch with one of my girlfriends. The conversation and the food was great! I had a great time! I needed it:)
As we were leaving the mall (restaurant was inside the mall), I noticed a “Threading” shop next to the restaurant. I looked at Charlotte, ” I haven’t had my eyebrows arched in 6 years. I don’t care for people using a razor on eyebrows. I want to get them threaded.” Charlotte looked at me and began to laugh. She said,” You should do it. Girl, it’s going to hurt. But it’s going to look beautiful. I need to take pictures of this.”
Silly me. I should’ve listened-it was a painful but well worth it. Every time I look at the pictures (see below) my eyes start watering. 
Diabetes Social Media Advocacy’s (DSMA) blog carnival for the month of March wants to know “Does your emploer/school/friends know you have diabetes? Why or why not?
I left work for a doctor’s appointment. I walked in the appointment as Cherise Shockley. I walked out the appointment as Cherise Shockley, person with diabetes. I called Jen (supervisor) to explain I wasn’t returning to work-I found out was a diabetic. She understood. The short conversation I had with Jen happened almost 8 years ago. The conversation with her helped shaped the way I explain diabetes to future employers and friends. Since my diagnosis in 2004-I have switched jobs, moved to 2 different states, given birth and managed to gain new friends along the way. Disclosing my diabetes has always been an easy thing for me to do. I don’t mind explaining that a glucose tablet isn’t candy, the type of diabetes I have, the beeping sound from my pod and the delayed speech caused from a low blood sugar. I am opened about my diabetes with all my employers (past and present) and friends. I prick and tell in case of an emergency, low blood sugar and just in case a co-worker gets offended because I don’t eat their food (lol)-I prick and tell to help people living with diabetes, raise awareness and vent from time to time.
Disclosing my diabetes makes sense to me. But I understand why others decide not to disclose their diabetes.
“This post is my March entry in the DSMA Blog Carnival. If you’d like to participate too, you can get all of the information at http://diabetessocmed.com/2012/march-dsma-blog-carnival-2/“
Be Blessed
Cherise
image belongs to marketingmelody
My daughter is smart, beautiful, opinionated, and says the funniest and corniest things. The other day we went to the grocery store to buy items to bake cupcakes. A conversation about cupcakes and what we were going to eat for dinner turned into a corny conversation about candy, Laffy Taffy.
Niya: “Mom, Can you buy me a Laffy Taffy?”
Me: “Sure, but only a few pieces.”
Niya reached for 4 pieces.
Niya said, “Mom, Do you know how Laffy Taffy’s got it’s name?”
I told her I didn’t-I wanted to hear her response.
Niya said, “The candy is called Laffy Taffy’s because the jokes inside make you laugh. Get it? Laffy Taffy’s.”
I hope she gets better at telling jokes!
I woke up with of a rapid heartbeat-my body was drenched sweat. I grabbed the bottle of glucose tablets-started chewing them as fast as I could. Scott woke up. He asked If I was low. I couldn’t think straight. I was upset that diabetes interrupted my sleep but at the same time I was thankful it did.
Scott asked, “How low are you?” -I didn’t know. I was scared. I grabbed my PDM , it read 35. I continued to chew more tablets. I asked Scott if he could grab me an apple. He ran down stairs and back as fast as he could. He handed me an apple-it was gone after 6 bites. I prayed as I continued to stuff my face with glucose tablets. I was scared, tired and wanted to go back to sleep.
15 minutes later…
My blood glucose level was 90 (thank you, JESUS). I let Scott know my bg’s were back to “normal”. I thanked him and gave him a kiss goodnight. Although, I was the only person (in my house) experiencing a low bg-I know wasn’t alone.
Have you ever had to try to explain a low blood sugar, when your low? I did. I have to admit there’s nothing harder than trying to explain a
low blood sugar when I’m low. Today, I had to do just that. Explaining a low blood sugar to someone who doesn’t have diabetes or experienced a low blood sugar is HARD. I was talking to a friend at work. I noticed my words were slurring.
Me: “I think my blood sugar is low.”
Co-worker: “You should probably check it.”
I reached in my purse to grab my PDM. I tested. The PDM read 45. I reached in my bag. I didn’t have any glucose tablets. I found a small bag of sweet tarts in my bag (I love my daughter). I poured the whole bag into my mouth. I called my co-worker to see if she wanted to order some Chinese food because my blood sugar was low-I didn’t want to drive. She decided not to eat Chinese food because she had a salad.
Friend: “How low is your blood sugar?”
Me: “45″
Friend: “I don’t understand how you can’t tell that your blood sugar is low? My mom can always feel her low.”
Me: “We all are different. If I was walking around around I can feel it. It’s hard for me to tell when I am low…when I am sitting down.”
I hope I didn’t sound mean. I’m low. I can’t explain it like I could if I was in range.
Friend: “I don’t understand. Why didn’t you peep?”
Co-worker brings me a small cup of Pepsi. I drink the Pepsi and eat smarties.
Me: “My insurance company doesn’t pay for the senors for my CGM. I primarily use my CGM for travel.”
Friend: ” I don’t understand, Why would they pay for the device and not the senors?”
I still don’t think she understood. Heck, I didn’t. I was 45. All I could do was pray the Pepsi, smarties and sweet tarts kicked in.
Me: “Your guess is as good as mine. I’ve fought them a number of times. They still will not pay.”
Friend: “That’s crazy.”
Me: “Per insurance, a CGM is not medically necessary.”
Friend: “That’s stupid.”
Me: “I know.”
At the end of our conversation my PDM read 89. An hour later I was 210…lol
Be Blessed
Cherise
Before you start reading this short post. I know Sushi isn’t for everyone-I like it! I REAALLY like it. I just can’t figure out how to bolus for it. I am in need of bolusing help, tips or whatever you want to share. I received some excellent advice on facebook. I tried every single one of them, nothing helped. I do not want to part ways with crab crunch; it’s not worth a BG over 225. *sigh* I don’t like to let diabetes win but it might win this battle.
Signed,
I love Sushi
I wanted to Thank a few Friends for sending me Christmas cards, thinking of me and my family during the holiday season! I think you all might have motivated me to send cards next year.
