tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61198285655116017082024-03-28T02:34:11.878-07:00Insulin Independent : diabetes, one day at a timeAnna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.comBlogger268125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-87565938364391664572018-01-19T13:51:00.003-08:002018-01-19T13:51:42.569-08:00Adieu, Animas<div style="text-align: justify;">
We knew it was coming, in all honesty. When Animas Corp <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2017/10/the-deal-with-animas-uk.html" target="_blank">announced in October that their US operations were to close</a> up shop and exit the insulin pump market, the elephant in the room no-one wanted to look directly in the eye was that the UK market operations would most likely follow. There were rumours, there were assumptions, and there was a shed load of speculation. Although insulin pump sales have been strong in the UK a global company like Johnson and Johnson has to look at the bigger picture. And globally the Vibe pump market wasn't holding up. As of this week, <a href="https://mxm.mxmfb.com/rsps/m/mDb3Fz0m3FZhofZoUORaWf5bKpQLOxj7Ms99DEWMNdg" target="_blank">Animas have confirmed that they are to follow their US counterparts</a>, and cease trading. </div>
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My personal relationship with Animas has been a wonderful one. I became involved with them by inadvertently inviting myself on their second sports weekend as the official blogger, before I had officially been asked. They took it well and quietly confirmed I could go, but wen I arrived I was the only person who was noticeably overweight. Horrified and convinced of the mistake I'd made, I toyed with the idea of slipping out early or feigning illness to avoid the mortifying embarrassment of being surrounded by an alien population of marathon-runners and semi-professional cyclists, but realised I had to do the job I was there to do. After all, I'd invited myself - I could hardly back out now. By the end of that weekend I had for the first time as an adult truly understood the power of being shoulder-to-shoulder with my diabetes brethren.</div>
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The next year I was invited back (officially, this time) and had used the tools from that weekend to lose almost 3 stone. I was given the opportunity to share that journey with the attendees in a talk; my way of sharing with any other people there, worried about their weight or about being the odd-one-out, that they were not alone. We are never truly alone, but somehow the sports weekend really hits that home. Having a chance to share my struggles with my weight was a <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2013/03/animas-beyond-promises.html" target="_blank">milestone moment for me,</a> and it was Animas who gave me the space and platform to do that.</div>
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I decided to start using the Vibe when it was released, because as much as I liked my Medtronic and found their customer service superb, I was all kinds of done with kinky (not the fun kind) cannulas, and I wanted to get <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2013/10/surfing-with-diabetes-face-planting-and.html" target="_blank">back in the water</a>. The Vibe was my partner in crime when I got back in the Cornish waves, and for the first time I realised the value of a waterproof pump.</div>
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I started running out of ways to say 'more awesome than awesome' as I was given the chance to return to the sports weekends year after year, so started to compile videos of <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2016/11/asw2k16-video.html" target="_blank">Sports Weekend posts</a>, because every year they exceed every expectation I could hold.</div>
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My Vibe <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2014/11/down-under-with-d-traveling-with.html" target="_blank">travelled with </a>me down under, and helped me traverse pregnancy, <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2015/11/diabetes-and-pregnancy-end-game.html" target="_blank">helping my daughter arrive safely in this world</a>, a perfect little soul completely untouched by the constant change and mammoth challenge of a diabetic pregnancy. Once again, <a href="https://www.animascorp.co.uk/blog/Pregnancy-meant-I-had-to-learn-to-speak-diabetes-all-over-again" target="_blank">Animas allowed me to share that by giving me the space to do so</a>, because they seemed to 'get' what a scary time pregnancy can be, and that other uneasy wannabe mothers might just need to hear that it will be OK. It will be, by the way.</div>
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I'm going to miss them. I'm going to miss them big.</div>
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Any time a medical tech company - particularly a giant like Animas - leaves the market it is a serious loss. Losing any method of diabetes management (except for <i>that </i>lancing device which had the needle on the OUTSIDE! Because which idiot thought that would help us test more?!), means that people with diabetes have less options, and less options is a step backwards, no matter your taste in pump.</div>
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I have enjoyed everything about my time with Animas, from meeting inspirational Heroes, to making lifelong friends at the sports events, to having a place to share my small but nonetheless shareable experiences. </div>
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And I now have a mammoth task on my hands, because while I wasn't watching my pump warranty expired. It expired a couple of weeks before Animas stopped taking new customers on. It stopped a month before their formal letter notifying the world they were to stop trading.</div>
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I don't have a clue which pump I will try. I don't even want to think about it right now. I don't want to accept that my beloved Vibe has days which are numbered. It fucking sucks, if I'm honest.</div>
Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-53197915338839014372017-10-07T14:32:00.002-07:002017-10-07T14:42:09.966-07:00The deal with Animas (UK)I have not blogged since January this year. In all honesty, I hadn't known whether my blogging would continue given that juggling household shift patterns around childcare, an abandoned allotment and a forgotten sewing hobby had all left me feeling as though I simply no longer had the words. When I did log on to social media the arguments, snarky comments and age-old conversations seemed to be coming up. It felt as though there was precious little 'new' to even deal with, and the 'old' left me feeling as though I'd already spoken about that and simply didn't want to keep repeating myself with so much else amiss in my world. The DOC felt to me as though I was no longer a member. <br />
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But then something changed which threw me back into the DOC at full force.<br />
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Two days ago, a friend posted on Facebook about Animas in the US and Canada 'closing down and leaving the insulin pump market'. <a href="http://www.prnewswire.co.uk/news-releases/animas-corporation-to-close-operations-and-exit-insulin-pump-market-649555703.html" target="_blank">The article</a>, seemingly from a reputable source and using all the correct language and knowledge of diabetes insulin pump supply, claimed this was happening with almost immediate effect in the US and Canada, and the rest of the world would follow.<br />
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As a member of the Animas Heroes, and (devoted) Animas customer, I was shocked and so, so saddened to read this, but had also initially missed the bit about the rest of the world. What do you mean, you are exiting the pump market, with my product?!<br />
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I emailed one of the marketing guys at Animas and asked what impact this would have on the UK. Within an hour, a conference call was scheduled, and the cold facts were dawning on me. <br />
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As I listened on the call to the horrible news, I realised just how much the world will miss Animas. How much I will miss Animas. For me, they were the leaders in patient engagement, and where other companies only seemed to want to engage with the DOC when they have a product they want advertised, Animas seemed to want more. They wanted to truly converse with their customers; they wanted to <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2016/11/" target="_blank">make a difference</a>. <br />
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Animas made it clear that as far as the UK goes, it is <em><strong>business as usual;</strong></em> they will be in place for the foreseeable, due to the way in which businesses have to be closed in Europe. There is no immediate commute over to a competitor, and new customers are still being taken on, but with an honest disclosure about what the future looks like. While business has been successful in the UK, the picture worldwide has not been so, and in an incredibly competitive market, it simply came to an end. Which sucks. It really, really sucks. <em><strong>The Sports Weekend is, of course, to still go ahead</strong></em>. And as a J&J weekend as opposed to an Animas one, we hope there will be more.<br />
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I was always a little of an odd one out amongst <a href="https://www.animascorp.co.uk/heroes" target="_blank">the Heroes</a>. Some are <a href="https://www.animascorp.co.uk/heroes/jack-cox" target="_blank">champions in their sport</a>, some have run <a href="https://www.animascorp.co.uk/heroes/roddy-riddle" target="_blank">unimagineable</a> marathons, and some are <a href="https://www.animascorp.co.uk/heroes/chris-aldred" target="_blank">insanely Grumpy</a> (in all the best kind of ways). I was the one who'd struggled with weight and through my journey using sports and exercise to try and tackle those issues, had also discovered <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2014/03/eating-disorders-unexpected-via.html" target="_blank">deep-rooted issues with food and dieting</a>. But rather than end my contract there when things got complicated, Animas - and my family in the heroes - carried on just accepting that my daily challenge was just a different kind of challenge to the others. When the end comes, and end it shall, I will leave knowing I was on the team with a group of people, a company, even, who had all their priorities in the right place. <br />
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Any time a treatment option is taken off the table it is a sad day. But for it to be a company as well-established and market-leading as Animas, is simply devastating.<br />
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It's sad that words came back to me because something so dear was being taken away. And yet the last two days the DOC, for me, has been a different place. It has been a place were people are asking for advice, answers, and support. What a shame that Animas had to be the catalyst for my DOC of old to return.<br />
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How do you feel about the news that Animas will eventually close up shop?Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-79193918604898969222017-01-31T13:08:00.000-08:002017-01-31T13:08:11.716-08:00Kaleidoscope - what are YOUR priorities?<div style="text-align: justify;">
I've been out of the loop in the last year when it comes to new projects on the diabetes horizon - mainly because there is a socially acceptable level of housework which has to be met in order for your home to be considered habitable; a level which has long been the stuff of legend in our home <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2015/11/diabetes-and-pregnancy-end-game.html" target="_blank">since the whirlwind arrived</a>. But last week I had the opportunity to take part in a focus group about a new way or working with Healthcare Professionals (HCPs) when it comes to verbalising what is important to us in managing our diabetes at any given time, whenever we visit the clinic. That new way of working is called Kaleidoscope.</div>
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Kaleidoscope is the brainchild of Chartered Health Psychologist Dr Kath Barnard, who recognises that at any one time there can be a multitude of factors affecting how well we are managing our diabetes on any given day. Those factors (for example, the level of support we have at home, our access to the appropriate technologies, our knowledge of diabetes, or how burnt our we are), are fluid. They change constantly and our needs change based on how well each aspect of our lives is working with all the others. And just like a kaleidoscope, if you stopped your life in the middle of the daily whir, the resulting patterns would look wildly different and complex each andevery time. But trying to communicate what is most important to us in the 15 minutes we have to meet with our diabetes team can be difficult. And if, like me, visits sometimes happen when I am in the depths of burnout and barely even registering my diabetes, those clinic visits can sometimes involve a very satisfying - but not overly productive - 15 minute rant about diabetes and the general bastard that it can be.</div>
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The idea behind Kaleidoscope is that a short online (mobile friendly) questionnaire (six minutes to complete in my case) can help identify the top 3 priorities for you at that time. The questions broadly cover a number of key areas such as environmental, physical and psychological factors and how you are feeling about various aspects of your care/management. The end result is your top three priorities listed for your next clinic visit. This gives a voice to those struggling to find their own, or to those who find it difficult to steer a conversation - or even recognise - what is most important to them.</div>
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I had the opportunity during the focus group to try the model, and completed it true to what is flipping around my brain about diabetes right now. I imagined that my clinic visit was tomorrow, and that this would be what I aim to cover.</div>
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"Great," I thought. "But I know what my priorities are. I don't think I need to know them before I go in. This is probably more for people who struggle to communicate their own needs. Mine will obviously all be about burnout."</div>
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After six short minutes, there they were. My top three priorities, of which <em>only</em> one related to the psychological aspects of living with diabetes. It took me a while to work out where the others - knowledge of managing diabetes and another I can't now recall - came into play. But as I sat and mulled it over, it all made sense. Since my diagnosis of <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2016/05/thyroid-issues-more-merrier.html" target="_blank">autoimmune thyroid disease</a>, my feelings towards managing such frustrating conditions have been all over the show. I have spent hours Googling Graves' Disease, energy levels and diets for thyroid function, feeling helpless, hopeless and hapless at best. I have tried diets, pills and supplements which have all played a role in changing various aspects of my usual diabetes management - something which played second fiddle to my (stupid) new condition. The ups and downs of trying to solve one problem have left me feeling clueless about the one I thought I had a handle on.</div>
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Kaleidoscope helped me unmash the muddled-up soup of thoughts in my head and replace it with three places to start a conversation; one which may help me refocus my thoughts and efforts on the most important thing - my health.</div>
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It turns out that <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2016/12/diabetes-soup-thirty-years-at-helm-of.html" target="_blank">even after 30 years</a>, there is still something you can learn.</div>
Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-61666116075593658792016-12-24T12:41:00.002-08:002016-12-24T12:41:49.398-08:00Diabetes Soup: Thirty Years at the helm of Type 1<div style="text-align: justify;">
When I first started this blog, almost seven years ago<a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2010/04/introducing-myself.html" target="_blank"> I wrote</a>, <em>"My name is Anna and I am many things. I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, a fiance, a full time worker, a wannabe surfer, an animal lover and a girl. I am also a Type 1 diabetic (insulin dependant, juvenile onset, the beast has many names)... I have been through every stage of adjustment with the condition. I was the child who didn't quite understand it, the teenager who resented and fought it, the adult who started taking it seriously and now I am the girl determined to make it my own."</em></div>
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Thirty years on, with almost a quarter of that time spent writing a blog and regularly exploring the sometimes inexplicable world of my own thoughts, I now know that I was naïve to think I was only one thing at a time. My ongoing states of diabetes - the child who doesn't understand it, the teenager who fights against it, and the adult who has come to accept it - aren't mutually exclusive. Sometimes I am a big bowl of diabetes soup (35g carbs, pre-bloused).</div>
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This year was the hardest of my thirty years. With <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2015/11/diabetes-and-pregnancy-end-game.html" target="_blank">a child of my own</a> now just three years younger than I was when I was diagnosed, I have had little time to focus on myself, but in the most wonderful of ways. It is hard to care about the highs and lows, the carbs and counts or routines and basal reductions when my daughter's needs seem more urgent and important than my own. For much of this year I was the mother who ignored it, because my girl was always one notch higher on the to-do list.</div>
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As my <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2016/05/thyroid-issues-more-merrier.html" target="_blank">thyroid packed up shop</a> and the sensor <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2016/09/off-label-dexcom-use-diabetes-gore-and.html" target="_blank">got lost en route to the outside of my leg</a>, I was the adult who resented and once again didn't understand it. I had a whole new language to learn about thyroid, iodine, overactivity and antibodies, and all those years of acceptance and embrace melted away in the face of the seemingly unmanageable tasks. Every day I worried about the what ifs and could-it-bes of my daughter also being diagnosed one day. I can't think about that for too long, I have to let those thoughts drift away before the imagining the worst becomes my obsession that day. I found the DOC an overwhelming place to be and carried out a mass exodus of almost all of the diabetes groups I belonged to, sneaking out in the night like a shamed fraudster. I didn't want to be in the DOC I once loved so much. I was tired. I still am tired.</div>
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<a href="http://blog.feedspot.com/diabetes_blogs/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Diabetes blogs"><img height="200" src="https://blog.feedspot.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Diabetes-transparent_216px.png" width="200" /></a>But, as the tasks of motherhood became easier to manage and somehow my HbA1c kept steady at 7% (somethingorother in 'new money' mmol), I began to remember what I so loved about blogging. And as I was <a href="http://blog.feedspot.com/diabetes_blogs/" target="_blank">voted a respectable 62 on the Feedspot Top 100 diabetes blogs</a> worldwide, the recognition flooded back that this is my safe place to say all the garbled junk I have to say, and that being a big bowl of diabetes soup with a million emotions spilling out of me - sometimes all at once - is OK. It's OK to be a diabetes soup sometimes.</div>
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I hope that in another 30 years I will be here still, living the life I have been blessed to live, and that diabetes will be a thing of the past. But if not, I hope I will still have the thoughts to share, the words to write, and the voice to speak about my big old mixed bag of diabetes experience.</div>
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Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-35567281947688091472016-11-08T03:54:00.002-08:002016-11-08T03:54:37.169-08:00ASW2K16 video!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-2639362001206320832016-10-30T14:48:00.000-07:002016-10-30T15:07:32.391-07:00The Airport Security pat-down/throw-down/interrogation experience<div style="text-align: justify;">
I love to travel. And although I find aeroplanes claustrophobic on account of my control-freak tendencies and there being 300 people on board, I find air travel exciting, terrifying and amazing in equal measure. What I find less enjoyable is the veritable lottery of what kind of <strike>frisk</strike>,<strike> detention</strike>, <strike>terror-threat suspect</strike>, 'experience' I will have at the passenger security check thanks to the diabetes paraphernalia I cart around in hand luggage. Bizarrely enough when travelling with a pump six years ago, I rarely encountered problems. I made it to Thailand and back to a friend's wedding on my first ever with-pump journey, without incident. A usual 'show it, explain it, politely decline to have it x-rayed' mantra was enough to make it on board without an MI5 security team interview. In recent years however, this has changed.</div>
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At Heathrow in July this year, a well-meaning-but-having-none-of-it security guard insisted repeatedly that, "Even pacemakers are fine in the full body scanner". His persistent claims got louder and louder and more animated until it felt like there were exclamation points at the end of every sentence. It gets hard to be polite when someone wants to disappear with your pump after refusing to accept that it couldn't be scanned. After losing sight of my pump he returned with it and confirmed, once again, that pacemakers can go through it. I will of course bear this in mind - if I ever get a pacemaker. </div>
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The issues are that the damage - or possible damage - done by the full body scanners to an insulin pump - which is effectively a small computer - is largely unknown. I have watched a fellow blogger go into one wearing their pump without incident. But <a href="http://www.inputdiabetes.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Air-travel-and-insulin-pumps-leaflet-nov-2012.pdf" target="_blank">the warnings are clear</a>, and are agreed upon by all the major insulin pump companies (Omnipod is not affected). Going through any surveillance procedure which uses this technology with a pump carries a risk. But as it becomes more commonplace to use full body scanners as the go-to security measure in airports, this places people with diabetes using technologies which are growing in popularity in a difficult position: refuse and raise questions of your suitability to travel, or go through and risk your pump being exposed to potentially damaging x-rays. Just how global can your pump company deliver a replacement pump?</div>
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The good news is that change is afoot, with your help. This topic was recently raised at the <a href="https://theunderstudypancreas.com/2016/10/12/animas-sports-weekend-2016/" target="_blank">Animas Hero</a> meeting a group I have the honour of being part of, as a number of people raised concerns over the mandatory introduction of full-body scanners at UK airports from December 2016. The following conversations uncovered that Rachel Humphrey at the <a href="http://ufofreight.com/" target="_blank">Universal Freight Organisation</a> was working to raise the profile of this issue at an international level. Rachel is in contact with the Head of Training at <a href="http://www.aci.aero/" target="_blank">Airports Council International</a> (ACI), who are in turn going to raise this issue in May 2017 at the ICAO (The UN agency for Aviation). ACI have said:</div>
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Although many people travel daily without incident, many are also subjected to arguments, questioning and the process of having pumps removed and taken out of sight, due to the varying degrees of training as to how to approach the issue of unfamiliar (should be familiar) medical technology encountered at airports. I have a 100% record for botched security procedures inn 2016, and as someone who can hold my own but gets deep uncomfortable at the through of being one of 'those' passengers, it's clear this isn't just a one-off situation. And for those using technology which is becoming more common place year-on-year, this has to change. </div>
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Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-19884943762680847922016-10-14T13:02:00.000-07:002016-10-16T11:42:23.762-07:00Freestyle Libre CASE Giveaway! (UK Only)<div style="text-align: justify;">
Recently the lovely folk at <a href="http://webshop.caracollection.se/en/women/diabetes-accessories-for-women-men-and-kids/freestyle-libre-sleeve/" target="_blank">Cara Collection</a> contacted me with the offer of three beautiful cases for a Freestyle Libre Case Giveaway (UK only)!</div>
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I have THREE of their beautiful cases for a flash (geddit) giveaway on your favourite all-things-diabetes blog! </div>
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Check out the full video for details, but if you want to get your hands on one of these gorgeous cases <i><b>ABSOLUTELY FREE</b></i>, all you need to do is:</div>
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It was just like any other sensor removal - something which had become second nature over my 3-year Dexcom use. Frustratingly on only day 6 of wear, the edges of the sensor tape had lifted off so much that when I rolled the dog-eared tape edges back and peered underneath, I could see the puncture site where the sensor pierced my skin. Time to take it off.</div>
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I was a little annoyed because I hate removing a functioning sensor early, but since my daughter arrived I haven't had the time to continuously check that my CGM tape is still taught on the skin, and quite often I now lose sensors before they expire naturally anyway. I have to pick my diabetes battles now that I am juggling a whole other life - one which has yet to learn about CGM sensors and why mummy needs to take five minutes to fiddle with Rock-tape and Skin Tac rather than read about gluttonous caterpillars and prowling lions.</div>
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As I pulled away the sensor pad and transmitter from my skin, the small puncture wound seemed nothing out of the ordinary: visible, but tiny. I wiped the skin with a sterile wipe and carried on my day expecting the usual 24-48 hour heal-up time for the puncture wound to disappear. But 48 hours later the small puncture wound was now a lump. Barely possible to detect and seemingly innocuous, but somehow foreign feeling on my ordinarily flat outer thigh.</div>
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<em>'What do you think?'</em>, I asked the GP on my first visit, because I had been warned that the <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2016/05/thyroid-issues-more-merrier.html" target="_blank">thyroid medication</a> I am on can react badly to an infection so I always needed to check anything suspicious. <em>"Let's wait and see, but I don't think it's infected."</em> he purported. </div>
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I was told everything from <em>"It's a bruise!"</em> to <em>"It looks like an abscess!",</em> but no-one believed there could be anything left inside my leg, despite my protestations about just how tiny the foil-like sensors are. The thing made my leg look like the elephant man, but there was nothing inside, or so they told me.</div>
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By my fourth, fifth or sixth visit (I'd lost count by then) my leg, sporting a lump named Trump (big, ugly, discoloured beast unwelcome in its own land) was the stuff of my (actual) nightmares. I would dream of legs being amputated or infections so bad I could no longer control them. My mood was <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2016/07/depression-complications-and-diabetes.html" target="_blank">already low</a> and Trump was making life a darn-sight worse.</div>
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The GP finally got interested around the time that the wound opened, and has since then seen me every two weeks. But this happened in May. It is now September. That's four months of my life spent worrying about how much worse this leg could get. Four months of my life barely using Dexcom because I was still dealing with the damage of Trump the Rogue. By the time it broke, and the antibiotics were flowing, my leg looked and felt like something from a diabetes Public Heath Announcement, and I felt just a little broken. </div>
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It's been four months and the Trumpy Lump, complete with colouring of yuk and texture of gross, is yet to go. I'm not sure if it ever will. The whole experience has been less than enjoyable.</div>
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But here's the thing, I <em>still</em> love my Dex. Even now, with the lasting effects of one gone bad, I love it. Granted, I enjoy my Dex-free times now, but with a holiday just a few days away my thoughts are already on how many I'll need and how useful it is to have. And how I miss it, when I have some <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2014/02/paraphernalia-free.html" target="_blank">paraphernalia free</a> days. Dexcom is an amazing tool, but its not infallible. It can go wrong.</div>
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Firstly - if you think there is anything lodged under your skin, insist upon an X-ray. Because of the angle that the sensor goes in, when some gets stuck in your leg, it has trouble working its way out. In many people the body can just deal with or expel the foreign body, but as I have proven with my slightly broken, semi-functioning body (my words, not Dexcom's!) sometimes this can prove hard. But an X-Ray would have shown the metal up bright enough to be sure, and could have been done some months ago.</div>
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Secondly - off-label is not OK. Although I make no bones about my use of sensors for <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2013/03/dexcom-g4-sensors-life-tally.html" target="_blank">far longer than the 7-day label use</a>, this has always been my choice, and I wouldn't advocate anyone else do it. And although this sensor was on day 6, I used the outter part of my thigh. This, Dr Gisin confirmed, is also off-label, and he recommended I return to using my abdomen. My problem with this is that cannulas are painful to use in other areas and thanks to pregnancy, what little usable skin I have left is reserved for my cannulas. This makes sensor placement tricky. But rules are rules.</div>
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It's hard to pinpoint when or where it began but it's been creeping in for some time, and the feeling is all too familiar. There is so much in my life to be grateful for; a wonderful family, a beautiful, healthy daughter, a good job and cosy home. I go on holidays and have had a rare, precious opportunity to spend more than a year at home with my kiddo before returning to work, something people all over the world would give their left arm for. But when the early days of depression begin, it is rarely because of dwelling on what you lack. It is a complicated issue made murkier by the swings and roundabouts of blood sugars and diabetes complications.</div>
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I spent days Googling 'Post Natal Depression', confused that I felt none of the typical symptoms, but well aware that something wasn't right. I felt deeply connected with my child, and although I relished (good God, did I RELISH) the moments I had away from her for a break, I couldn't wait to hold her again and make absurdly disgusting fart noises just to see her smile. I was also in the 'easiest' phase of parenting so far, when she sleeps through the night and is predictable in routine in the day. I was finally drinking hot coffee again, the house was tidy and I could indulge in whatever evening TV I wanted, with little chance of interruption. But despite being unable to connect my feelings with being a few months postpartum, my mood was low: correction, <i>is</i> low.</div>
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The earliest place I could pinpoint as the beginning was visiting the Opthamologist's office, being told that they believed my Maculopathy may be developing, and further tests were needed. I guess they have told people this a thousand times, but for me it was a first. Casually talking about my sight like it was a sandwich I might miss out on eating, we discussed treatment and risks like they were no big deal. Blindness and amputation have always been my greatest diabetes fears, and hearing the words out loud, looking over to my daughter sleeping peacefully in her pushchair, my mind was spinning thinking how much I would stand to miss out on; how much I wouldn't see.</div>
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Each morning I wake with a jump as the two - now three - trigger fingers jammed shut on hand, horribly shocking and a painful way to start the day. The only relief being an operation. That to follow the two carpal tunnel operations I have already had and the double tendinitis which needed shots and still remains in one hand. Pain is a powerful beast.</div>
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The pain in my left foot, like walking on a stone, may or may not be a diabetes nerve complication. It's hard to tell given that nerve endings are tricky things to look at. But it makes even the most wonderful walk a painful affair. Pain is a powerful beast.</div>
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In recent months I have had so much to feel joyful for, but even the most joyful moments have been dulled by the constant aches and pains of the complications which everyone tells me are 'just a part of diabetes'. The drip-drip-drip of complications, pain and medical mysteries has left me feeling just a little broken, at a time in my life when most women talk about how pregnancy and labour made them 'think they can do anything', I feel nothing but all the things I can't do. </div>
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"There is always someone worse off than you," Is a mantra I've tried to tell myself, but in the moments I spend trying to get out of bed without bending my fingers because they will snap shut with excruciating pain, or the moments where the GP sends me on my way telling me to lose weight, without investigating any of the issues further, I find it hard to take a whole breath.</div>
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This May just gone I had a little too much going on to manage to make it to the <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2015/06/a-belated-look-back-at-animas-weekend.html" target="_blank">Animas Sports Weekend</a>. So this October, when the new-format weekend takes place on<strong> 8th and 9th October at Loughborough University</strong>, I will be there with bells on.</div>
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The weekend has been going around five years now and continues to draw people in time and again. Those who are there for the first time build friendships that last a lifetime. Those who have been before, want to go again. </div>
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Exercising with type 1, particularly for those unfamiliar with exercise or those doing exercise which pushes them to new levels, is a tricky business. Hypos, hypers, aerobic, anaerobic, diet, muscle repair, insulin dosing: the whole shebang can baffle my brain. I've been on a number of occasions thanks to the relationship I have had the joy of developing with Animas but every time I go, I pick up something new. Each time the knowledge and research by people like Dr Ian Gallen (<a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2013/09/sir-steven-regrave-or-steve-to-his-crew.html" target="_blank">who helped Sir Steven Redgrave reach his five gold medals at the Olympics</a>) and Dr Alistair Lumb, deepens and broadens, so even if you've been before, there is more to learn.</div>
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Ever heard of <a href="https://www.animascorp.co.uk/heroes" target="_blank">people like</a> Roddy Riddle, the type 1 Scotsman who made the 150 mile Marathon De Sables his bitch? Or Claire Duncan who takes on ocean swimming or coast-to-coast in one day cycles (this woman eats marathons for breakfast)? The team of speakers that Animas puts together could inspire a nation to get on their bike and give it a go. And best of all, they are ridiculously wonderful people to spend a weekend with.</div>
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Whether you are new to exercise, struggling to manage blood sugars in your normal exercise routine or stepping up to the plate for that marathon you always wanted to do, this weekend is for you. The exercises are adaptable for those just wanting to try them out and for those wanting a challenge.</div>
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Registration for the weekend starts on the <strong><u><em>1st August</em></u></strong>, when the link on <a href="https://www.animascorp.co.uk/SportsWeekend" target="_blank">this page</a> will go live. Spaces fill quickly so don't sit on the fence - hurdle it and give it a go.</div>
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Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-67662848801961102302016-07-11T06:03:00.001-07:002016-07-11T08:15:02.860-07:00Be anything you want to be...I have very mixed feelings about Theresa May. On the one hand the industry I work in has been decimated on a scale far greater than if she had driven a steam train into Piccadilly Station and set off an atom bomb. Morale is at an all-time low and the derogatory comments and smears she has made of services I treasure, such as the Police, are unforgivable. On the other hand, as a person with type 1 diabetes in a public role, she flies the flag bearing the mark of diabetes. <div><br></div><div>I often think about the 'what's ifs' of my daughter one day developing type 1 diabetes. She shouldn't, given that she has just a 2% chance of developing it, but the chance is always there. Raising a child with type 1 can be a tricky business, and in amongst the challenges about self-management, maintaining blood sugars, issues with food and trying to manage a long-term chronic condition, come questions and identity challenges about what you can and can't 'be'. Aviation and emergency services are just two of the careers marred by limits on who can do them, and usually people with diabetes need not apply<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">. </span></div><div><br></div><div>Had you told me as a girl of just four, hands too small for the cumbersome blood glucose meters of the day, whose life had been irrevocably thrown into a veritable typhoon of diabetes, that she could one day have a job like being the Prime Minister of England, I would beamed from ear to ear.</div><div><br></div><div>The fact that the next would-be Prime Minister of England has type 1, is a landmark for people with the condition. People like Halle Berry, still causing merry hell by telling people that she was a type 1 who 'weaned herself off insulin' (God, give me strength) means we may finally have a 'real' face of the condition. Even if that face is one whose political decisions I have disapproved of, deeply. </div><div><br></div><div>The one good thing out of the political turmoil and social unrest in our county is that one day I may have to convince my daughter than she can be anything she sets her mind to, and that can even be the Prime Minister of England.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQchiXHG-RqA9lu9spTmmcDI7F8jB5-rtqKKFdO2Qhs_h7hMSe6ahdgRaUJQ6cIqVlva54OXODvcE4XmgzFv5ThcJ0vTfa_OT8fB8tXalpT2EXxTtanYK1pdof0647pFl7vtwmdqej6Y/s640/blogger-image-2033801928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQchiXHG-RqA9lu9spTmmcDI7F8jB5-rtqKKFdO2Qhs_h7hMSe6ahdgRaUJQ6cIqVlva54OXODvcE4XmgzFv5ThcJ0vTfa_OT8fB8tXalpT2EXxTtanYK1pdof0647pFl7vtwmdqej6Y/s640/blogger-image-2033801928.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-82687174037360168102016-07-07T01:51:00.001-07:002016-07-07T01:51:57.317-07:00Dexcom: Gen 6 and beyondDexCom<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> has always been a market leader in Continuous Glucose Monitoring; that's just a fact. While there are some fantastic sensors out there, for example, the Enlite sensor by Medtronic and the Freestyle Libre by Abbott (not strictly CGM but as close to and for many a more preferred way of engaging with their glucose levels). But,</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> DexCom has always been just a hair breadth ahead in terms of accuracy and length of wear of sensors.</span><div><div><div><br></div><div>The exciting news from camp DexCom is that they are set to increase that gap even further with longer wear, an improved inserter<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> (leaving 'the harpoon' in days gone by) and less calibration needed. And that is just Gen 6 (we are currently stealing through Gen 5 unless you are an old-skool Animas user like myself, who still rock out to Gen 4!) </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">The full list of improvements can be found below, and are a fine example of how forward-thinking at DexCom raises the bar for everyone else. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Enjoy! </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><a href="https://www.diabetesdaily.com/blog/a-look-at-dexcoms-upcoming-6th-7th-generation-cgm-tech-284530/">https://www.diabetesdaily.com/blog/a-look-at-dexcoms-upcoming-6th-7th-generation-cgm-tech-284530/</a></div></div></div>Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-83394756458505345802016-06-17T09:51:00.003-07:002016-06-17T09:51:55.307-07:00Dario: The changing face of home glucose testing<div style="text-align: justify;">
I have a confession; for the last few months I have wanted nothing less than to engage with my diabetes. Burnt out from having a baby and managing thyroid issues on top of diabetes, I've retreated completely to the land of head-burying. CGM sensors have been stacking up in my paraphernalia cupboard, and my transmitter is lost somewhere in North Wales following a holiday where diabetes was ignored to an impressive extent. As diabetes week appeared on the horizon I had nothing to say, and thought it had nothing I wanted to pay attention to. Or so I thought, until along came <a href="http://mydario.co.uk/" target="_blank">Dario</a>. </div>
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The Dario glucose meter is a palm-sized device which turns your smart phone into a glucose meter*. Everything needed for the test - strips, pricker and smart-phone adapter - are all contained in the stylish case, which fits comfortably in my <strike>handbag</strike> giant baby-sack. This works alongside the Dario app which can be downloaded from your smart phone app store. You can buy the meter from <a href="http://www.advancedtherapeuticsuk.com/product/dario-your-pocket" target="_blank">Advanced Therapeutics for £14.95</a>, or ma be able to get one via your diabetes team if they stock them. The test strips are also NHS approved.</div>
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The Dario app is ridiculously pleasing to use. Rather than the typical 3, 2, 1 countdown, the six-second test shows on the screen in a buffering-style circle, which makes it somehow less ominous than the dreaded countdown. This might sound ridiculously tiny as a detail (I mean seriously it is), but the first time I used it I was surprised at how pleasing the on-screen detail is. Even my husband who has no preferences whatsoever when it comes to anything diabetes, perked up and agreed how the design was aesthetically a little bit of a treat (is it <em>totally</em> weird, the things we 'like' about our technology?). The App itself is self-explanatory in use and has some great features like the ability to log food (fairly standard these days) and exercise (something I missed enormously when One-Touch removed that function from their testers) and a handy counter for hypos and hypers along with the usual average glucose range. All-in-all, a job well done.</div>
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Self-contained and all-in-one, this meter does what other smart phone-compatible testers have, in my opinion, not done so well. It is sleek and convenient, and small.</div>
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The app is very well designed and extremely easy to use. I didn't even bother with the manual as the kit was so easy to use.</div>
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The size makes this a really good bit of kit for a mother who is already weighed down carrying god-knows-what for my bundle of joy.</div>
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As a fumbling-bumbling-mum-of-one I often forget to charge my phone. It's just not really been a priority for the last eight months and I have, on a regular basis, found myself without any battery. If this happens, the meter is (very obviously) useless. This only happened to me once while I was testing the device, but it was while I was out and about with my daughter, and I was due to start driving which in the UK comes with a strict caveat that we test before driving. Luckily I was still packing my other meter so was able to test. My advice? If you think this is the meter for you, carry a spare charger for the car. </div>
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The only other negative for me was that I use Diasend regularly to share my data with my diabetes team. I have not found a way to share my Dario data (if you know how, please drop me a line to <a href="mailto:anna@insulinindependent.com">anna@insulinindependent.com</a>) and for me this is a really key feature and I would love to see Dario introduce this as a feature. If they did that, along with a spare car charger would make this meter perfect.</div>
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*Boring fine-print - available for iPhone: OS 6.1 or higher: iPhone 4, 4S, 5, 5S, 5C, 6, 6 Plus; iPod touch 3rd & 4th generations; iPad 2, 3 and iPad mini; iPad with Retina display Android (OS 4.1.2 or higher): Samsung Galaxy S2, S3, S4, S5; Samsung Galaxy Note 2, 3; LG/Google Nexus 5</div>
Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-41156322663343554932016-05-16T14:03:00.000-07:002016-05-16T14:37:01.420-07:00Thyroid issues? The more the merrier.<div style="text-align: justify;">
Having a baby is like<a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2015/11/diabetes-and-pregnancy-end-game.html" target="_blank"> setting a bomb off in the centre-most part of your life.</a> Everything gets blown to smithereens and scattered around, and chaos ensues. It's marvelous, in the most 'Armageddon' type way you can imagine.</div>
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By four months old even during her most sleep-resistant nights baby McP was doing 3-4 hour stints in between wake-ups, and a routine had started to emerge. I was told it would take about 4 months to start feeling a little more normal by my more experienced baby-mama friends. Only at four months exactly I started feeling worse.</div>
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Just as I had started to figure out her arse from her elbow (and my own, for that matter), and life had begun to become manageable again (meaning I showered once a day and didn't leave the baby in the Supermarket by accident), I was hit with an overwhelming wall of illness. If Jamie or my mother were around, I would fling baby into their arms and slump into bed for anything from 3-6 extra hours of sleep each day </div>
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My heart was racing all of the time and stairs left me panting and dizzy at the top. My vision was blurry and my blood sugars all over the place, having already jumped from 6.1 - 7.2 HbA1c since the whirlwind arrived. My blog, advocacy work and consulting had all but disappeared. But it was the fact that my daughter was practically raising herself meant I had to get things checked out. </div>
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Symptoms explained and blood drawn the results came back with a bump. My last thyroid tests taken only six weeks before my symptoms began had been absolutely fine. My latest ones showed my T3 and T4 to be as much as four times the levels they should. And the hyperthyroidism diagnosis followed.</div>
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Until now the use of Dexcom Continuous Glucose Monitoring in the UK has been through distributors, mainly Advanced Therapeutics for those using the G4 system with the separate receiver, or for those on the Animas Vibe, which has integrated Dexcom CGM, we could purchase directly from Animas.</div>
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However, as from this Monday, 16th May, 2016, Dexcom will be distributing themselves in the UK, meaning changes to the way its done and most importantly, new pricing.</div>
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From now on there will be no postage charge (which at a steep £6.95 per delivery would have been an extra sensor and up to one months use, per year), and single sensor cost has been reduced to £61 per sensor, or £246 for a 4-pack.</div>
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And perhaps the most important thing you need to know is that the distribution has been taken over by Karen Baxter, formally of Animas Marketing team and one of the key figures in the creation and running of the Animas Sports Weekend. I have known Karen for four years since first attending the Animas weekend a the blogger for the event, and know personally of the passion, dedication and second-to-none service she will bring to the Dexcom team. Your service is in good hands.</div>
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This weekend I was reminded just how invaluable my Continuous Glucose Monitor (CGM) really is, and of how precarious the balancing act we have to live by really can be.</div>
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I love gym classes - anything by Les Mills, really, but particularly the B<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVw5s8G0Jww" target="_blank">ody Combat series. </a> Structured as separate 'tracks' to loud music, it is a high-intensity class which makes me feel strong and powerful - in a flappy-armed, mistimed-stepped kind of way. I am '<i>that girl'</i> who can be seen close enough forward to see the instructor without squinting, but far enough in the corner not to stick out like a sore thumb when then instructor shouts 'Right!' and I go left, with great conviction, into the oncoming traffic of coordinated folk. But no-matter that my actual combat ability is second-to-everybody else, I love the class. And it gets results.</div>
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Since the birth of the small my weight, body image and fitness levels have started to bother me on an increasing scale. It won't be long before the beautiful whirlwind becomes mobile, and while I am pretty fit for my size in a gym class, crawling around on the floor and helping her beautiful, fascinated soul discover the world is a no-go at the moment, so I have every motivation to get back to the gym.</div>
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Two nights ago I hit my favourite Body Combat class. I had told myself I would 'go easy' so had lowered my basal expecting that my blood sugars would drop like a stone in a mid-intensity range. Twenty minutes in and with music blaring, sweat pouring and calories burning, I was giving it all I had to give without a second thought. The funny thing about having children is that suddenly a gym class, one I may normally have groaned my way through constantly checking my CGM because it was all I had to worry about, becomes an hour of God-given freedom. Without even realising it I had forgotten all about my diabetes and of taking off the reduced basal - one which would now be far too low given the adrenaline steaming around my body.</div>
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Back home two hours later and I was frustrated at the high sugars I should have seen coming. SRSLY!! I'd had the best time at the class, my ears still ringing from having edged too close to the speakers, but I now faced the prospect of sleeping with a BG heading skywards, so I took a cursory 2.5 units to bring it back down again, and headed to bed. </div>
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I am incredibly grateful that the Dexcom has a 'last chance saloon' alarm even when in quiet mode. I've had it on quiet mode ever since the small arrived for fear of waking her up, but at 1am two nights ago something sounding like my Dexcom alarm stirred me from a deep, deep sleep. I recognised it as the one, long, loud beep telling me my readings were too low for the Dexcom to read. As I opened my eyes, that feeling instantly hit me. I could feel myself already convulsing.</div>
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I stumbled out of the bedroom as quickly as I could to get away from baby's cot, and got myself to my living room, <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2012/09/the-dulcet-tones-of-testing-kit.html" target="_blank">Jamie swiftly in tow</a>. I had managed to drink a bottle of Lucozade before getting out of the bedroom, but something was badly wrong. By 1:05 <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2010/08/i-dont-know-how-you-do-it.html" target="_blank">I recognised my mother's voice at my side </a>(there are benefits to living like modern-day Waltons), but could no longer see and had immense feelings of panic striking through me. Sat on the edge of the sofa, pale as a sheet and barely conscious (I am told), I could feel the convulsions, each one feeling as though someone was shaking me at my shoulders. I became aware that my mother was on the phone to the ambulance service. Out of the corner of my eye I could make out Jamie unwrapping a Glucagon injection. After what felt like a lifetime I started to regain my sight, and my breathing slowed. As my mum finished her call to the ambulance, still on route to give me an MOT, the tears started to stream. Why does it have to be like this?</div>
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After a visit from two of the most professional, warm and comical ambulance crew it was decided it was safe for me to stay at home. I'd had two good BG readings since the ambulance had arrived, I was making sense and I had a ridiculous number of people around in case of a second emergency.</div>
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I often wonder what I would miss least about diabetes if a cure came about. Would it be the daily grind? Wearing medical devices? The blood tests? For me, it's the close calls. The times when my mortality is put to the test, or I get a glimpse of what heading into a coma feels like. The total loss of myself in a hypo and that dreadful feeling of, 'What if?'.</div>
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I am confident that my CGM saved me from an unconscious hospital trip that night. Had I not been stirred by the CGM's 'final call' alarm, I doubt I would have awoken. It wasn't my symptoms which woke me, and I was so tired between the demands of a five month-old and the recovery sleep of an excessive gym session that nothing was bringing me out of that sleep. I've sometimes wondered if CGM really would save my life given how good my symptoms have been up until now, but two nights's ago I saw firsthand how one little alarm can give you that five minutes head-start on a vicious hypo, and can save a life.</div>
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Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-72895654167121075702016-02-15T13:32:00.001-08:002016-02-15T13:32:44.699-08:00Sainsbury's apologyYesterday I posted about why that card represented all that is wrong with using diabetes as a punch line. Within a matter of hours of a diabetes advocate, Diabetes Power's Angela Allison, posting a picture online of a card she had seen about diabetes and obesity on the shelves of Sainsbury's greeting card section, hundreds of people with diabetes - or those speaking on behalf of someone with diabetes - had launched their complaint with Sainsbury's chief exec, Michael Coupe. <div><br></div><div>In a glorious display of the power of social media and a really pissed of bunch of PWDs, Mr Coupe had issued a sincere, warm and humble apology. It went like this: </div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"<i>Dear Anna<br><br>Thank you for getting in touch. Firstly let me say how very sorry I am for what has been a lapse in judgment, I completely share your views.<br><br>As soon as this was brought to my attention the product was removed from sale across all our stores, and I have this morning asked my team to investigate how this happened.<br><br>I pride myself on our values and I do believe our values make us different from other supermarkets, and I know our customers share that view, this is what makes this all the more disappointing.<br><br>Thank you again for bringing this to my attention.<br><br>Mike"</i><br><br>Hats off to you, Sainsbury's, and thank you for recognising why this card is below the high standards you usually meet. </span></div>Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-23046776900870234172016-02-14T01:29:00.000-08:002016-02-14T02:27:47.941-08:00Stigma, diabetes-shaming and that joke about Bob.<div style="text-align: justify;">
I used to find jokes about diabetes funny; especially <a href="http://www.funnymeme.com/2014/04/16/funny-memes-bob-has-36-candy-bars/" target="_blank">that one about Bob</a>. I liked it because it was sarcastic and witty, and there was no conceivable way anyone would think chocolate could cause diabetes. That's what was funny about it, no? <a href="http://www.shootuporputup.co.uk/" target="_blank">My favourite blogs </a>were ones which used humour to talk about life with diabetes, and my family and friends shared in-jokes a-plenty about diabetes and the many foibles living with it brings. But then something changed. </div>
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Sometime around my late twenties people stopped asking "What is diabetes?", when the topic inevitably came up as my paraphernalia appeared, and instead people started to ask me questions about what I did to get it, or tell me they had known someone who got rid of it (chortle). In my late twenties at University came questions from seemingly intelligent friends about whether or not I knew that my 'foot was going to fall off' from eating a chocolate bar (thank you, Scrubs), and then along came <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2014/04/open-letter-to-matthew-wright.html" target="_blank">MatthewWright-gate</a> when angry online conversations were held about 'diabetes-triggering 'Easter Eggs. Suddenly it wasn't so funny when I realised that people <i><b>did </b></i>believe it and that worse still - the hobby of diabetes-shaming had begun.</div>
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This year I will reach 30 years of having lived with type 1 diabetes. I was diagnosed long before the internet, Sky TV and smart phones came about, and if we wanted to learn anything about diabetes we had to look it up in a giant book warehouse called a library (Google it). Since then with the dawn of the technological era, information can literally arrive at your fingertips with the flick of a button, the ping of a news alert or by the dulcet tones of Siri. And information equals education, right? Sadly, no.</div>
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When I was young and diabetes was raised in conversation, my clumsy 11 year-old self would try to give the best definition of what I was living with, hoping it might make sense. I hadn't yet <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2012/01/islet-of-langerhans-named-jeff.html" target="_blank">thought of Jeff</a>. But now that people can easily find photos of the loveable Jamie Oliver standing in front of a coke bottle with the word 'diabetes' blamefully written on the side, or shop for tasteless greetings cards at Sainsbury's where diabetes is once again the butt of a joke, it has become publicly acceptable to use diabetes as a punch line. With the era of accessible information also came the era of misinformation, and the blaming of people with diabetes for their own condition. Suddenly everybody's an expert, and diabetes is fair-game for ridicule.</div>
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I recently took to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10156540893310113&set=o.90229869376&type=3&theater&notif_t=like" target="_blank">Social Media to ask Sainsbury's for a conversation</a> about <i><b>that </b></i>diabetes card (and also of course to ask where I can pick up a piece from their emphysema range, or if the do an asthma-specific selection), because the joke just isn't funny any longer - not when people struggle to separate truth from ridiculous humour. I have been accused of lacking a sense of humour and of needing to lighten up, but here's the thing, if teenagers stop being bullied due to the image that 'diabetes' now has, or <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2013/12/type-2-taboo.html" target="_blank">people with type 2 stop living with constant stigma</a> as a result of me temporarily shelving my sense of humour and arguing the point, so be it.</div>
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There are times in life - when my cannula rips out on a kitchen counter, or my Dexcom itches at my skin from lack of air under the over-used tape - that I find myself feeling less than grateful for the medical technology which keeps me alive. When the clumpy pump won't hide under a slinky top, or my Dexcom sensor protrudes from my leg under my skinny jeans like some kind of bodily 'yuck', I find myself frustrated with diabetes and the cyborg 'kit' that comes with it. But the truth is, that 'kit' - that expensive, wicked clever kit - does more than just keep me alive, it helps me live the life that I want; the life I deserve. </div>
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It's hard to imagine, given my fortunate life in a developed country where it is considered wholly unacceptable for any person to have to die from lack of basic necessities like insulin, that there are children and young people in this very world - the one we share with them - who live on a constant perilous precipice. Why? Because they don't know whether or not they will have enough insulin to keep them alive today. </div>
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This situation, which millions of children around the world face on a daily basis, is not only unacceptable, it should be impossible. No child should die because of lack of access to insulin. Every child deserves to live, and not in constant anguish or fear that today may be their last. Every...single...child.</div>
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A group called Partnering for Diabetes Change, came together a while back to see how we, the diabetes community and the wider population of the world, can help. That's when the <i style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.idf.org/lifeforachild/news/spare-a-rose-2016" target="_blank">'Spare a Rose: Save a Life' </a></i>campaign<i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i>was born.</div>
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The Spare a Rose campaign invites people around the world to donate the cost of just one rose on Valentine's Day, just £3, to the I<a href="http://www.idf.org/" target="_blank">nternational Diabetes Federation</a>'s <a href="http://lifeforachild/" target="_blank">Life for a Child</a> programme which provides insulin to those living in developing countries. That £3 will keep a child alive for a month. That romantic bunch of roses, will keep a child alive for a year.</div>
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I've reached the stage in life where my brain is officially full. Not with useful information or anything which could contribute to a long and happy career, of course. Quite the contrary; I know nothing of politics, science or history, but ask me the theme tune to 'Captain Planet' circa 1991, or what PSSO means in knitting, and I truly come into my own. The problem is, due to being full to the brim with theme tunes, lyrics to every Julie Andrews song and the detailed workings of how to make a strawberry smoothie (it's all in the yogurt), in order for new information to enter I have to go through what is officially (not even a little bit officially) called 'brain leakage'.</div>
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When I <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2015/11/diabetes-and-pregnancy-end-game.html" target="_blank">gave birth to the little</a> three months ago, brain leakage of momentous scale took place. Out went information like how to access my online banking, mathematics and the location of my car keys, and in came how to put on a nappy, the theme tune to <i>Rasta Mouse</i>, and who the hell Macca Pacca is. As a result of this mass leakage, other key knowledge was lost - like why I had previously always packed spare infusion sets wherever I went.</div>
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Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-37055587170677636292015-11-25T00:36:00.001-08:002015-12-19T01:32:51.101-08:00Everybody loves Frio!If you have type 1 diabetes and need to keep insulin cool, then you will undoubtedly have heard of Frio. When travelling New Zealand at the beginning of the year my <a href="http://www.friouk.com/shop/medical/extra-large-wallet.aspx" target="_blank">Extra Large Frio case</a> became my best friend for keeping my meds in <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2014/11/down-under-with-d-traveling-with.html" target="_blank">happy holiday mode</a>.<br />
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If you have any questions about their products feel free to drop me an email at anna@insulinindependent.com.Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-24148189140053576252015-11-08T12:06:00.001-08:002015-11-08T12:17:07.600-08:00Lazy Diabetesing / Survival ModeTwo weeks ago we, as a family, welcomed my little girl into our lives. Having seen my unwavering efforts to keep blood sugar hikes and spikes at bay during pregnancy, I was whole-heartedly congratulated on a job well done by my family members (aka, 'the help'<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">). Inside, I congratulated myself too. It was a slog, but I did it.</span><div><div><br></div><div>Throughout pregnancy, my aim was to keep my diabetes as balanced as possible, without becoming a massive control freak and giving birth to one stressed-out neurotic little kiddo. But after 9 months with an HbA1c in the low 6s, healthy squishy bits and a full term pregnancy, it felt like the challenge (war?)<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> had been won. Two weeks on, it has dawned on me that the challenge (war?) is only just starting. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Immediately after she was born, I smugly looked at my CGM trend thinking how very much I had 'this'. My nice steady line with occasional above 10 mmol spike painted the picture of a mother absolutely nailing post-birth blood sugars. Two weeks on, and even my CGM trend arrow is trying to show me where I went wrong. </span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">My once 'never away from my side' receiver now shows a sorry trend of gaps and spikes. The gaps telling the story of it having been left in another room, far from anywhere conceivably useful. The spikes sharing its tale of alarms smothered into silence at the bottom of a nappy changing bag - often rummaged around in, but never for the CGM. The weathered tally gear case shows its age, and the precious upper and lower alarm limits set beautifully at 4 and 7.5mmol (target numbers for pregnancy) now stand at 4 and 13mmol, because I had to turn off the alarms which have been the electronic nag in my life since February 2015. The battery uncharged for the third time in this week. 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Well, no. Right now I'm adjusting to a new normal beyond anything I could have imagined. My kid is amazing, but in a world where only last night Jamie and I celebrated sleeping in the same bed for the first time in two weeks, there is no room for diabetes 'perfection', if there even is such a thing. If there is, it probably holidays with the 'compliant diabetic' and the 'optimal control' gang. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Right now I'm living day-to-day, in survival mode. And while I thank my situation daily to be able to use a pump and CGM, right now, as I learn tricks of the trade for getting dressed <i>AND </i>having a shower in one day through a fog of sleep deprivation and survival naps, my diabetes has to just tick by on autopilot. My pump means I always have insulin when I leave the house, and my Dexcom is the safetynet of blood sugar mayhem. Anything in between 'way too high' and 'plummeting like fuck' is pretty much OK. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The time will come when I have the headspace to basal test between breastfeeds, and prepare blood sugar friendly foods between vomitted-on outfit changes. For now, I'll stick with survival mode </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">And on we must go. </font></div>Anna Presswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837041681638346056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119828565511601708.post-17984107596596203542015-11-01T14:11:00.001-08:002015-11-01T14:11:31.895-08:00Diabetes and Pregnancy: The End Game<div style="text-align: justify;">
Today is the first day of diabetes awareness month, centering around November 14th, World Diabetes Day. As the days of the month turn over like pages of a book, social media fills up with <a href="http://www.diabetes.co.uk/World-Diabetes-Day.html" target="_blank">information</a>, opinion, blog posts, product launches and <a href="https://jdrf.org.uk/event/world-diabetes-day-gala-dinner/" target="_blank">events</a>. For me, November has always been about educating, advocating, empowering and de-stigmatising a condition that affects millions around the world. This year, it represents that little bit more because today, November 1st, 2015, my little girl turns one week old.</div>
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November this year represents both a new chapter in my life entitled '<i>motherhood</i>', and a new chapter in my diabetes life of being a mother, with diabetes. As I learn about the fun and foibles of being a mother - of breast-feeding and explosive nappies, of pram construction and bedtime routines (or total lack of them, if my little one week old is anything to go by) - I also now have to do so alongside learning how to manage my diabetes with this new beautiful person in my life - one who needs me to be on my game around the clock. Learning how to prioritise when a hungry baby demands a feed after I've bolused for my dinner, or how to manage the blood sugar drops of breast-feeding or of remembering to check my blood sugars when my CGM alarms rather than treat the hypo it says I'm having because I'm just too tired from a bad night's sleep. How will I treat a hypo when baby needs a feed? And how will I keep my HbA1c from drifting as my focus is pulled in a direction other than my diabetes? Time only will tell.</div>
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This year November and beyond is about learning how to do diabetes all over again. It is about resilience and re-educating. It is about finding balance, and about using the technology I have at my disposal to make diabetes a big enough priority in my life that the control and quality of life I enjoy so much aren't sacrificed, without leaving my child thinking diabetes is number one. It isn't. But in many ways diabetes was easier to manage during pregnancy because it was all I had to do. If my levels were wacky, <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2015_03_01_archive.html" target="_blank">a short walk </a>could bring them down swiftly, and appointments were no issue to attend because it was just me to worry about. Now, there is another person - one who cannot reason or wait - whom I need to think about first. </div>
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Pregnancy was without a doubt the most challenging period in the time I've had diabetes, made up of equal parts determination, <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2015/05/the-newest-chapter-future-not-lived-in.html" target="_blank">joy</a>, <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2015/08/judged.html" target="_blank">frustration </a>and fear. But the end result of careful planning, resilience and keeping my eye on the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was a healthy baby girl, all 7 pounds 11 ounce of her. Only this pot of gold isn't the stuff of myth, she is very much here.</div>
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When I first fell pregnant it felt as though the magic 12-week mark, when we could more 'safely' announce to the world that we were expecting, was light-years away. Managing my secret 'pregnancy diabetes' around colleagues and friends was tricky, but strangely exciting, like an affair with none of the sordid details. By day I carried on in my job, exercise routine and social circle as usual. By night I would sneak away to hospital appointments to discuss growing babies, bellies and basal rates. Bat-Anna and her new double life were in full swing.</div>
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But with the 12 week mark now upon us, we got to announce to the world that we two were to become three, and that the extra tummy 'pooch' (attractive, much?) and enormous(er) cahunas I was lugging around with me came with purpose. We got to see our little growing bun, now less kidney-bean shaped and looking just like a little person, and were re-assured that we had passed the first round of testing for congenital birth defects. At this point some of the many clinicians I was seeing would tell me I could stop taking my increased (5mg prescription strength) dose of folic acid. Some however told me to carry on for a while, so I did, right until 20 weeks.</div>
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During the whole pregnancy the first three weeks of the second trimester on the sail into the unknown were the most easy-going. Insulin sensitivity drifted off, giving a well-earned rest from the<a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2015/07/pregnancy-weeks-9-12-kidney-bean-babies.html" target="_blank"> 45 minute hypos</a> brought on by the final days of the first trimester, and now knowing there was a healthy kicking baby on board, life seemed to go back to normal. My new normal, anyway. At about 12 weeks the placenta starts to function for itself, and the change in not only symptoms of pregnancy like spontaneous day-sleeping and ravenous carb-mania, but also the more predictable blood sugars, made for a veritable day off.</div>
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At the point we started to tell people was the first time I really started to <i>feel </i>pregnant, seeing as bat-shit crazy blood sugars are often all in a day's work for us D-champions, so even though I knew the hypo marathons were baby-related I had to repeatedly remind myself that's why. But at week 15 the first flutters started to happen and my growing waistline and pride in becoming a parent was matched only by the growing insulin resistance which started to hit me at around week 18.</div>
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By week 20 I was raising my insulin at certain times of day (between 2am and 5am) three to four times weekly, as my dawn phenomenon (when I am already most resistant to insulin) went into overdrive. I would often have to notch up my overnight rates every 2-3 days, trying my best to leave a day in between to monitor my efforts. FYI, if you can resist upping them daily you deserve a medal - one I will personally craft for you, but its worth it when you don't have to deal with monster hypos from over correction. It was around this time that I truly saw the value of my <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2014/01/new-year-new-pump.html" target="_blank">Animas Vibe pump</a> and <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2013/07/dexcom-g4-vs-medtronic-enlite-low-down.html" target="_blank">Dexcom CGM</a> into their own, because despite being 4.5 months pregnant not once had I had to wake my self up at night to try basal testing (the world's most futile during-pregnancy task) because my beloved Dexcom was all over that shit. </div>
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I was now two thirds of the way through baking my bun and my daily mantra of 'test-change-review-repeat' felt a little like an annoying 2013 rave song, but kept me sane when the words 'routine' became a thing of the past, now replaced with 'constant change'. The second tri certainly did a superb job of keeping me on my toes, but my new normal was somehow, working out just fine, one day at a time.</div>
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It took me a good six months to trust the technology after switching from injections to insulin pump. And at first there were a great deal of <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2010/04/bumbling-clumsiness.html" target="_blank">bumbling involuntary midnight cannula changes</a>, <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2011/09/kinky-but-it-aint-good-kind.html" target="_blank">kinky moments</a> and at times I was sure <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2013/01/when-cannulas-turn-evil.html" target="_blank">my equipment was trying to kill me </a>. But slowly and surely as my HbA1cs came down, my hours of valuable sleep went up and my quality of life started to soar, it wasn't long before I would have made for the mountains beyond Rio if the NHS had tried to take my pump back. It was mine: managed by me, and part of me. </div>
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Fast forward five years and with the introduction of Continuous Glucose Monitoring (CGM) into my life and a growing baby in my belly, and the idea of coming off my technology, even briefly, gives me the shivers. Granted, I dream of the day when I'm no longer <a href="http://www.insulinindependent.com/2012/08/tethered.html" target="_blank">tethered </a>and catching my go-go gadget pancreas on door handles or unsuspecting strangers I stand a little too close to, but my choice to remain on a tubed pump indefinitely is based on five good years of a happier, healthier me. And my choice to use an Animas Vibe which can integrate the Dexcom CGM I use, as well as being waterproof, is a decision I've never looked back on. </div>
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<i>"I'm almost looking forward to the burnout after baby is born"</i>, I joked, bobbing around the swimming pool with my best friend of 22 years. <i>"I might even take a pump break. I'm so tired of having to change the reservoir so often now that insulin resistance is in full swing." </i>I said, not so jokingly.</div>
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Three hours later and with a slightly watery reservoir change having taken place halfway though our spa day, my pump was making some pretty freaky noises. The kind of noises a distress call from Wall-E might sound like if someone tampered with his electrics. Noises which I instinctively knew would make for a long and worrisome night.</div>
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While on hold I took a photo snapshot of my basals profiles (which thanks to insulin resistance are barely recognisable and certainly not memorable since the last trimester of pregnancy kicked in), just in case my pump died all together. This was my best move that night, given that five minutes later while running some checks on the pump, the buttons gave up all together meaning the basal menu was firmly out of bounds. After a few checks and the inevitable diagnosis that my pump was kaput, and the Animas team had fired off an email to the UK office that I would need a replacement ASAP. Awesome.</div>
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But that was really the easy part. Now I just needed - while 7 months pregnant and with diminshing leels of insulin in my system - to figure out how the hell to make the transition back to injections. I had, of course, ordered in some spares of my pre-pump insulins Lantus and Lispro when I fell pregnant, knowing that this day may come, but remembering what the hell kind of pattern I was in, when to take the background insulin and how long it might take or that insulin to kick in, felt overwhelming. My last (unsuccessful) pump break had been 4 years earlier and had seen me back on my pump within 8 short hours, so my track record for this kind of manouevre was not good. Ordinarily I would have just fumbled my way through, but with each swift kick to the inside of my abdomen, I was reminded why this would not be the ideal time to experience my first adult diabetes-related hospitalisation. It was not a time for 'winging it' or making mistakes.</div>
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I quickly took to social media as fast as my fingers could type, because having called my clinic a good two hours after they had closed their doors I'd found no-one there to speak to for advice, unsurprisingly. It was then that I started to panic. And it was then that the cocoon of the Diabetes Online Community came to life.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzq14pv-y8YCr0bw9Y0eH6oqvimWiDDfiWNHdQDqSSSz9-jOfWmNq8_ByzrIWYCE_PGv7kA2ZPT9gwnwnT7lUvgysddPHQyQAyZhF29a0R2terx-SR-eXLo50qLk5XvSbP1a9ccSG-LP0/s1600/IMG_8799.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzq14pv-y8YCr0bw9Y0eH6oqvimWiDDfiWNHdQDqSSSz9-jOfWmNq8_ByzrIWYCE_PGv7kA2ZPT9gwnwnT7lUvgysddPHQyQAyZhF29a0R2terx-SR-eXLo50qLk5XvSbP1a9ccSG-LP0/s200/IMG_8799.PNG" width="200" /></a>Within an hour of frantically typing out my garbled requests for advice I had friends from Devon offering me spare pumps and 'strangers' (whom I feel connected to in indescribable ways) wishing me well. An hour after that diabetes nurses were offering me advice on what to watch out for and when to test. An hour after that I was tweeting messages to one of the lead specialists at my home clinic. An hour after that I was texting my very own consultant for help after a fellow blogger offered me their number, having read about my situation online. And an hour after that I had administered the insulins I needed and was settling in for bed, feeling secure with the advice I'd received, and that the remaining CGM technology I had going strong would help me keep an eye on my levels overnight<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8m-y9Z08m9kEMR_j__nkX3WEHyLBOHL-dd_hBJc2TT7uwkT5gu7Ex0eqW58nwkZ_yAS5KV1oiDCgiCaMu8606-chj75aNxNTrfT1fFRZQstO98lyEysaZMjEBZ6piPi7ejZm4gay_xVA/s1600/IMG_8797.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8m-y9Z08m9kEMR_j__nkX3WEHyLBOHL-dd_hBJc2TT7uwkT5gu7Ex0eqW58nwkZ_yAS5KV1oiDCgiCaMu8606-chj75aNxNTrfT1fFRZQstO98lyEysaZMjEBZ6piPi7ejZm4gay_xVA/s200/IMG_8797.PNG" width="200" /></a>I woke up 2-3 hourly during the night, and managed levels of 8-9mmol throughout. Higher than I would have wanted, but acceptable considering the back-story. The next morning the inevitable rise started as the Lantus still had to take effect (having learnt on SoMe that it can take up to a week to become truly stable!), and the two-hourly injections weren't quite keeping me where they should. But, five hours into the day and after a desperate call to Animas were I firmly played the pregnancy 'card' (cheeky, yes. Shameful, I don't really care...) and begged them to get the replacement to me that day, and my new pump had arrived. Thankfully, they did. They probably heard from the wobble in my voice that of all days to go the extra mile, today would be one that truly counted to one very tired and frought person.</div>
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The next three days were a roller-coaster of results from the initial highs to the eventual too-much-insulin-sticking-around lows, but my pump was back on, and the baby playing bongos on my kidneys was telling me it was worth it.</div>
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Without the DOC I would have muddled through somehow. But that was how I spent my childhood and teen years, before Social Media became a part of the arsenal I use to manage diabetes; I muddled through. Since the DOC emerged, and at times like this, it helped me feel safe, secure, empowered and in my time of need, cocooned. And for that it is worth its weight in gold.</div>
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