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Bloggable Moments

Sometimes not much goes on that is is "bloggable."

This weekend, Chris and I played host to my mom and her husband for the weekend, enjoying delicious dinners, a little jaunt to the famed Chocopologie, and a visit to the Aquarium the following day with my brother, sister-in-law, and their two kids.

I watched as my nephew C introduced himself to loggerhead turtles swimming cphoto credit to Donald Peterson of Web Design Portfolio & Guide - Newark1lockwise in a large tank.  He pressed his little face against the glass and waved to their wise faces as they swam by.

I held my baby niece A as she blew raspberries at the tank full of fish from Finding Nemo.  Her smile lit up the room and people stopped to say hello to such a happy baby.

The sun was shining.  Warm spring weather finally paid us a visit and the trees were budded with new leaves, the sun shining down against the navy blue hood of my Volkswagon.

Nothing happened.  There weren't any lows.  There weren't any tremendous highs.  I didn't end up tangled in my pump tubing or mistakenly catching my pump sites on my pants.  I had enough strips.  My insulin pump whirred and purred according to it's intended design.  My purse was stocked with juice boxes, glucose tabs, and a granola bar but I didn't need to eat them.

As we were preparing to leave the aquarium, I mentioned that I was hungry and needed to eat.

My family vaulted immediately into "diabetes mode."

"There's some ice cream down the road we can go get, right?  If we have to eat right away,"  my brother asked.

I laughed.  "No, I'm not low or anything.  I'm just hungry."

My brother made a playful face. "Oh, okay.  I didn't know if this was one of those 'bloggable moments'."

There weren't any diabetes-bloggable moments.  Diabetes was there, but it was milling around in the background, leaving me alone for a little while.  No emergencies.  No crises.  No bloggable moments. 

I may have to go back to writing about my stupid cat.

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Isn't it funny how you get to thinking about how to incorporate little diabetes moments into your blog? I'm glad that you didn't have any bloggable moments, though :) (at least not any scary ones..)

Dear Kerri
Your blog is terrific because you really bring the reader right into your world and your theme is consistent. (By the way, congratulations on the upcoming wedding!) I coach people who live with chronic illness and have a blog myself.

I'd like to post this comment if you would.

When I lived with ulcerative colitis for five long years, I often found myself out in the world with stool dripping down my legs (or sitting in my pants.) Not pretty but it was either that or never leave the house. Reading your story of the pump made me think about the public nature of it all. There were some pretty awful times. Looking back, it's almost (but not quite) funny. Here's one I'd like to share:

While enjoying the high flying trapeze act at the Big Apple Circus with my young daughters, I suddenly felt the runs coming on. I hoped the diaper would hold it in until I got to the bathroom but it was a point in the act when you weren't supposed to stand up. Next thing I know, a child behind me whispered (so loudly people rows in front looked around), "Ugh, that smell. Mommy, some baby is pooping!" My daughter, 8 years old, looked stricken. She knew who the "baby" was and I'm sure she wanted to crawl into a hole. But, ever the confident Mom, I told my girls not to worry, I had it under control and stood up and limped to the bathroom.

Of course, being a ladies toilet, there was a line. I went to the front of the line and told the woman that I had an emergency. she could got my urgency (or maybe smelled it) and let me in. In those days, I never traveled without backup clothing. But cleaning up took time and there was a line. People were complaining about how long I was taking and there was muttering about the lady changing her clothing. Next thing I knew, my daughter was calling my name - she was worried about how long I took. I quickly took myself and my wet clothes back to my seat and by the time we left, I'd almost dried off. Whew!

The thing is, I had to make this bizarre experience normal - not just for me but for my daughters. I couldn't laugh about it but I wasn't going to cry either.

Now, I live with an ileostomy (colon out/ bag in) and it's worlds better, including no illness. But "appliance" accidents do happen. I live the boy scout motto, "Always be prepared." And when that doesn't work, I think to myself, this is just this moment - it will be a memory some day.

I think it's funny that you blogged about not having any bloggable moments.

I tickled my funny bone somehow.

It's also funny and interesting that people around you may suddenly wonder if they may be a player in a bloggable moment.

Diabetes in the background... sounds okay to me. Enjoy your break from incidence. The next bloggable day is sure to come :)

Kerri, you left out the best bloggable moment - your fiance leaning over in front of the cardboard cutout of the "volunteers," so it looked like a 70 year old man was grabbing his ass.

And there's the reason why everything isn't blogged...;)

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