Hi! I know this girl named Ashley, and lately she has struggled a LOT with her diabetes. I’m making this thing called Project Ashley in hopes it will encourage her to keep pushing forward. If you’d like to help, all you have to do is take a picture of you holding a paper that starts with “Ashley;” then something positive afterwards. For example, I would put “Ashley; you are strong.” It would mean a lot if someone who understands her situation could help. Make sure to tag it under: Project Ashley
My mom was a type 1 diabetic for 35 years. She died almost 2 years ago. That is my confession, that is all. I am not a diabetic, but diabetes has affected my life deeply. I just want everyone with this disease to remember to take good care of themselves, because you’re all important. It sucks that y’all have to work so much harder to maintain your lives than everyone else. But please don’t give up. Ever. Your people are out there expecting you to wake up every morning. Take care. Please. <3
Don’t you just love when you’re getting nice and cozy for bed, you check your pump, and realize you only have 1 unit left? Niiice..
I’m going to make a real effort to take my medicine when I should from here on out. Things have to get better. This is me taking the first step.
When my blood sugar is high, I get depressed. When I get depressed, I see no point in making sure my blood sugar is okay. It’s a vicious cycle.
Hello, I just wanted to let everyone know about “Strength in Numbers”, which is a documentary starring Elizabeth Perkins, and 4 actual normal people with Diabetes type 1 and 2, everytime it’s watched the Diabetes Hands foundation gets donations, PLEASE watch it.
[Link here] Diabetes CoStars
I’ve actually taken my medicine for the past two days. :) First time in a while that I’ve been able to say that.
Me: I’m going to eat healthy, low carb high protien low calorie dinner yah!
Broken Pancreas: No. Don’t be silly.
Me: You don’t control me! My diabetes shall not mess up my weight loss goals!
Broken Pancreas: Wanna bet bitch?
Me: You’re on!
*3 hours later, the scene in the above picture unfolded*
Broken Pancreas: Told you so.
Me: If you weren’t broken already, I’d stab you.
Broken Pancreas: Shut up and drink your 140 calorie coke. And eat something with calories too - carbs and protein, because I said so.
Broken Pancreas: Or else you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and 45 will look beautifully high compared to what you’ll be.
Me: Help, diabetes has taken me hostage!