I love meeting other type 1 diabetics in person. Growing up, I only knew of a couple kids in my school who had T1, and I wasn’t friends with most of them. One I was, but all I knew is that his pancreas sucked (because he had a t-shirt that said it) and sometimes he’d have to take a break from playing tuba to eat something. Even now, I know only a handful of T1’s in my city and rarely see or talk to any of them.
So when I have the opportunity to meet another T1, I’ll do almost anything to make it happen.
This is Jade. She’s had T1 for 13 years, having been diagnosed several years after her brother was. Yet she’s a DJ for WRIF out of Detroit, on top of being a wedding DJ on the side.
For Part One, click here.
So far I’ve covered all the events that happened up to Friday night. I did this on purpose because Saturday was it’s own adventure.
I’m home from vacation and so overwhelmed with so many different emotions – happy to be home, sad to be back in Michigan, missing the Wisneski family (four legged members included, of course). I’m going to try to write a coherent post so, let’s see how this goes.
I’ve been getting asked this question a lot lately. We live in Michigan, so California is pretty far away from here. So here’s a little back story..
For the fourth of July, my husband’s parents arranged for the family to head three hours north to a beautiful state park, lake and sand dunes. We were renting a three person jet ski for the entire day and it was going to be a day full of sand, sun and fun.
I had done a site change the night before, and battled highs the entire night. I barely slept. By morning, I had reattached to my old site. (I don’t take out my old site until I know for sure that the new one is working well). On the way to the lake, I rode on the back of a motorcycle on the interstate for the first time, and the adrenaline combined with my old site actually working caused my blood sugar to drop pretty quickly back into range. Alright!