Little Reminders

My last post got me thinking, especially this line: “Jeez, why is God tempting me so much with the food I use to love lately?”  Well I think I got an answer and it doesn’t just apply to my sweat tooth.  This may be a little hard for me to articulate, but I’ll do my best.

I think God sometimes puts little reminders in our lives once in a while to show us a glimpse of how you use to be and how far you’ve come.  I mean, in this case God was showing me that yeah, the temptation was tough, but it wasn’t impossible like I thought it would be lying in the hospital bed hearing my diagnosis.  Have you ever come across someone who reminded them of you a year, maybe two years ago?  Either by how narrow minded, or judgmental, or timid they were? I have and it made me realize that I have grown (for the better, in my opinion), because sometimes I feel that I have not changed and I’ve just remained stagnant.  It’s a good feeling; its almost like God is patting me on the back and saying, “well done, I’m proud of you, look how far you’ve come!”

So when these moments of temptation occur and you think twice, think a third time and realize the person you are becoming, because you just might be proud of yourself! 

Self-Control

Today was all about self-control.

Walking into the Beatty Building this morning, I saw my Professor.  She said, “Oh great, Tracie will we come grab something out of my car and bring it in for me?”  Without hesitation I said yes.  When I got to her car she hands me a bag with two-dozen donuts from Dunkin’ Donuts that she would be handing out to my class.  On my walk to the classroom, I kept thinking, maybe I could have just one or if there’s a chocolate frosted (my favorite donut) I might just have to have it.  But by the time I sat in my seat I told myself that having a donut would probably throw off my sugar levels for the rest of the day and that it wasn’t worth it.  I’m proud to say that I did have self-control, but it was hard.  Once class started my professor placed the two boxes of donuts at the end of my table - eight inches away from me.  For the rest of the three and a half hours I could smell those donuts.  Rough day for a diabetic.

Walking out of class I thought to myself, “Jeez, why is God tempting me so much with the food I use to love lately?”  Here’s a little something to remember…

“And remember, when someone wants to do wrong it is never God who is tempting Him, for God never wants to do wrong and never tempts anyone else to do it.  Temptation is the pull of man’s own evil thoughts and wishes.” James 1:13-14

a BIG thanks!

          Some of you may know I have never been a huge fan of doctors.  Growing up my mom rarely took me to the doctor.  If I complained about something long enough or if it was out of her control she would give in.  And for the few times that I have gone to the doctor (1) they couldn’t figure out what was wrong or (2) just gave me an antibiotic to be safe.  Also, last semester my Econ professor, Professor Witte, had the class listen to an NPR broadcast that discussed the chaos in the medical/insurance field (I’ll provide a link at the end, cause everyone should listen to it, even if it is a little long).  All in all, it turned me away form doctors.

            Like I had mentioned in my first blog, Rutledge had to force me to go to the doctor, not because I was scared, but because I thought it’d be useless.  Unfortunately it wasn’t useless for two reasons.  First, obviously, I found out I had diabetes and second I’ve changed my mind about doctors a little. 

            When you are diagnosed with diabetes in the hospital, an educator will come see you to teach you how to use your insulin, how to check your blood sugar, ect. I had seen so many nurses and doctors by that point that I wasn’t too excited to meet her.  My educators name is Carla, and she has made this whole experience so much easier.  Our meeting in the hospital was only 30 minutes, but it didn’t end there.  The night I got home from the hospital my blood sugar was back up in the high 300’s.  Her number was the first one I saw in the pile of papers I was given, so I called in panic.  She told me exactly what to do and to text her at midnight with my blood glucose number.  I hesitated; did she really want her patient to wake her up again at midnight?  She really meant it, so I did. I was constantly texting Carla my numbers and how I was feeling the following week. In fact, I texted her more than I texted Rutledge.  It was amazing how she was always right there when I needed her advice. 

            Now that I have gotten more stable, I don’t talk to her as often, but I do know that she is always there when I need her.  It’s an amazing feeling!  I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t have the support and care from her!  Thank you so much for your dedication and endless care Dr. Carla it is greatly appreciated! 

Here is the NPR link about healthcare:

http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/391/more-is-less

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy mother’s day to all you mothers out there... a day late! 

This post is dedicated to my mom on her very special and well-deserved day.   She has probably been the most helpful person out of anyone throughout my diabetic life.  She is always the first person I call and most importantly gives me the best advice.

Besides her great sense of humor, scrabble skills, and knack for making just about anything, she can sure cook up a feast and make it look easy! For all you diabetics out there you know what I’m talking about.

One of favorite dinners my mom has passed down to me is her super easy Chicken Cordon Bleu.  Here’s what you need…

4 Chicken Breasts

1 Egg

8 Slices of ham

4 Slices of Swiss cheese

            1 Cup of breadcrumbs

Directions:  Preheat over to 350.  Mix egg into a small bowl.  Put breadcrumbs into small bowl.  Flatten chicken as much as possible.  Lay two slices of ham on chicken breast and then roll as tightly as possible and you may have to insert a toothpick to keep from unrolling.  Dip breast into the egg and then breadcrumbs and place into pan.  Place a piece of Swiss cheese to the top.  And repeat the same process for each chicken breast.  Bake for 30 minutes or until done.

P.S.  I too hope to be a Proverbs 31 women like my mother.

            “Her clothes are well-made and elegant, and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.  When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say, and she always says it kindly.  She keeps an eye on everyone in her household, and keeps them all busy and productive.  Her children respect and bless her; her husband joins in with words of praise: “Many women have done wonderful things, but you’ve outclassed them all!”  Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.  The woman to be admired and praised is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.  Give her everything she deserves!  Festoon her life with praises! – Proverbs 31 15:31

The Beginning of a Long Journey...

The wonderful thing about growing up in my generation is our access to the Internet.  When I don’t have the answer I go straight to Google.  My boyfriend and I will have disagreements from time to time and they are most often settled by a few simple touches of my phone.  It’s mind-blowing the amount of information that is literally at our fingertips.   I don’t know about you, but I also find it incredible how many people have the same questions as me; whether its problems with computers, how-to’s, or health issues, the question I have has been asked before.  Luckily for me I always find that I’m pretty normal. 

A month and a half ago I about hit rock bottom.  I was in the middle of spring semester of my sophomore year of college and it felt like school was never going to end, my boyfriend, Rutledge was 2500 miles away from me, my family was 500 miles, and it felt like my body was falling apart at age 20.  It all started out as a sinus infection, and then turned into a yeast infection and blurry vision, and within two weeks I was drinking two liters of water a day and running to the bathroom every hour.  As everyone knows, it was driving me nuts!!  Having so many question about what was going on inside of me, I googled my symptoms. I found that a lot of people have had the same symptoms and their cure was insulin cause they were diabetic.  I truly didn’t believe I had diabetes, but I thought I could feel better if maybe I just ate healthier.  That mindset however did not fly with Rutledge, he argued for two days that I needed to see a doctor, but I didn’t believe there was anything that wrong with me.  Thankful of his persistence, I found out on March 28 in the Health Services of College of Charleston that I did in fact have Type 1 diabetes. 

Immediately after hearing the news, I was taxied to Roper St. Francis emergency room.  I was in the ER for a lovely six hours and my boyfriend’s mother stayed by my side the entire time.  I was comforting to have someone there asking all the questions while my brain was still in shock.  I moved to my hospital room for the night, but that didn’t stop my roomies, Mary Crawford and Clair and I from having a movie night, sleepover and skipping class the next day!

A few hours before my dad heard the news he had told my brother he wasn’t planning to come visit me any time soon.  Little did he know that he would be flying up to Charleston the next morning, sitting in a hospital room, and watching me learn to inject insulin into my stomach.  It’s amazing how quickly your life can get turned around, but I am so thankful for all the people who have been with me along the way.