My office is overcrowded. Conference rooms are hard to come by; although it has tons of "cozy couches" and "hip hang out spots" like any respectable start-up, these spots tend to fill up quickly and remain noisy and cramped all day. My desk is also right by a window—a lovely thing, until the afternoon sun shines so … Continue reading The Oreo Incident
Dear Jessie, OK. OK. OK. I've tried to start this letter several times, and each time I keep coming back to the word "OK". OK. I'm going to drop a truth bomb on you: tomorrow is going to suck. In fact, it will go down in the history of your life as pretty much the … Continue reading A Letter To Myself, One Year Ago
If I had to organize the events of the recent past into sequences, Sequence 1 ended with my first trip to the endocrinologist. I went from symptoms to diagnosis – “This is definitely Type 1 diabetes” (and, you know, maybe type 2, too). Now I had to learn how to live with the disease. In recognition of … Continue reading Living With Diabetes: The First 2 Months
Part 6. For Part 5, click here. For Part 4, click here. For Part 3, click here. For Part 2, click here. For Part 1, click here. I have the world’s greatest endocrinologist. She is the world’s greatest endocrinologist for a million reasons; many of which you will hear about as I continue with this … Continue reading What. Just. Happened: The (world’s greatest) Endocrinologist (Part 6)
Part 5. For Part 4, click here. For Part 3, click here. For Part 2, click here. For Part 1, click here. All told, I spent two nights in the ICU, and three days in the hospital. This comprised: Dozens of visits by social workers, nutritionists, endocrinologists, diabetes educators, doctors, residents and nurses 4 diabetes … Continue reading What. Just. Happened: Out and In (Part 5)
Part 4. For Part 3, click here. For Part 2, click here. For Part 1, click here. It hurts to remember this. It hurts to remember, authentically, the emotions and feelings I had when I was in the hospital. I wish I could change them – I wish I could have understood then what I understand … Continue reading What. Just. Happened: TYPE WHAT NOW? (Part 4)
Part 3. For Part 2, click here. For Part 1, click here. My mom drove me to the hospital around 9:30 on Wednesday night. I’m quite sure neither of us had any idea what was going on. That was the thing about the whole Event – the severity sort of snuck up on me. I … Continue reading What. Just. Happened: Admitted (Part 3)
