Waiting Waiting Waiting

My rheumatologist appointment is not until August. I will be going on vacation, then coming back to a sh*t storm of medical appointments and tests. I feel rather excited about finding out what in the world is going on. I’m trying to not be afraid anymore.

I got this questionaire in the mail that I had to fill out for this appointment. It took 1.5 hours to complete. It asked me everything you could imagine and then about my family too. History, current symptoms, pain, other illnesses I’ve been diagnosed with. . . . .

I feel as though the ways I feel better right now are if I sleep a lot, get massages and eat comfort food. I feel fatigued all the time, but not tired. I can fall asleep anytime for hours. Coffee does absolutely nothing for me but make me shake. My blood sugar numbers continue to suck despite everything I do.  It’s really strange. Everyone says it’s diabetes but I am not convinced of that.


Some testing that has been done already proves that my instincts for years saying something was wrong has proven to be true. I’m not a hypochondriac after all.



Don’t Be Afraid to Shine

Beautiful! That’s all that needs to be said.

Neurodivergent Rebel

Fear of giving speeches. A baby step for me is reading something I wrote. Today is a first, I am including audio for this short piece.

Don’t be afraid to shine. You were born to sparkle. Refuse to let them hide your light. Be brave. Be bold.

Sometimes you will be your own biggest obstacle. Have faith in yourself and your own abilities. Do the things you love with joy.

Face your fears. I’m not talking rational fears (like bears if you live in the woods). Take on the fears that are limiting your life. Work through them, keep moving forward.

How many of your life’s obstacles are in your own mind? When you say “I can’t” have you given the problem everything you have or did you half ass it? Don’t tell me, be honest with yourself.

Don’t let your dreams die. Be who you want to be. Step…

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Waiting…. and waiting….

Well the test result came back. I just can’t read them. So I’m waiting to hear from my allergist.

16u1qhNaturally, I looked up what all these tests that were done on me looked for and what the results could mean. Googled it all. You really shouldn’t do that, by the way. It made everything worse. I still have no answer but I could have everything from an infection to be dying of cancer to absolutely nothing wrong. Curse you google- letting me ponder that I have something serious going on.

I suspect whatever I have is obviously not a good thing.

Or do I have anything wrong at all?

And I have to wait until tomorrow.


The unhealthy stigma about healthy eating

Berries and Stitches

Everybody who likes to eat healthily, or has specific dietary requirements knows the situation: you’re out with friends, they decide to get a takeaway, and you, with your ‘fussy’ eating, are left wondering what you’re going to do for your meal. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with having the occasional takeaway, but if you’re anything like me, a processed, stodgy meal does not appeal (I’m more into chocolate than burgers).

Unfortunately, there’s a sort of stigma around eating healthily, that you wouldn’t expect to find today, but most people have probably experienced it. Eating healthily is different to being on a diet; it’s a lifestyle, and what I think most people misunderstand is that most of the time, you would rather have that delicious salad from your favourite coffee shop, than fried chicken or a burger from your local takeaway. Personally, I have no specific dietary requirements, I’m not vegan…

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First blog post

I wrote so much about diabetes on my other blog I thought I ought to have a blog that is only about being a Type 1 diabetic. There is so much to say about it and so many trial and errors.  From being low carb high fat to paleo to finally giving in to just trying to stay low carb. There are frustrations and emotions that go with my journey that I want to share with other non-diabetics as well as those diagnosed. Hopefully you will learn a thing or two and understand what being type 1 is like.

Why name my blog after a song? It was the anthem for someone I love that went through chemo. Like me, the diagnosis will never fully go away for them. There is a lot of anger with being diagnosed with an autoimmune disease. We didn’t ask for this! Yet, like in this song, we find peace knowing it’s part of God’s plan.  I even have my blog title tattooed on me as a reminder to not be mad at God.

So, come on this journey with me through it’s ups and downs. Like I’ve said before- it’s a special kind of hell but it’s part of God’s plan for me.