By the Glow of the Pale Pump-Light

I awaken to a shrill beeping sound. In my head, I know what it is. But I'm tired. I reach down and push the buttons on my pump to make it stop. Just like it was an alarm clock with a snooze button.In my sleep-hazed mind, I know I should look to see if it is informing me of a high or a low. I unclasp my pump from the waist band of my pajama bottoms and lay it on my stomach. Almost too tired to

Music Pick of the Week

This week's pick: Glee: The Music, The Power of MadonnaMy new motto: I wanna go live in Glee-land. Cause in Glee-land....you have cool things happen......like this:

I Wonder....

I wonder..... if people see me and think of me as the diabetic who's name is Cara, or as Cara who happens to have diabetesI wonder..... if people see me and think if I lost weight and exercised, my diabetes would go away. I wonder..... if people think of me as sick. I wonder..... if people pity me. I wonder..... if I'll end up with complications that will drastically alter my life.I wonder.....

Birthday Cuppies

Fourteen years ago, my life changed forever. I spent the first 15 years of my life with only a MUCH older brother in the sibling department. My half-brother was 19 years older than my and had already left the home when I was born. But fourteen years ago, as of Monday, I was blessed with a baby sister.Rachel and I are as different as night and day. With so many years between us, we often disagree.

Late Post on Endo Visit....

I went to the endo last Monday. I was supposed to post this last week. But sadly, my week was spent doing nothing but working and baking/decorating cakes. So there were no blogs. Sigh.I love my endo. I am a patient at Vanderbilt University's Diabetes Center. The office is huge. There are many doctors, nurses, nurse practitioners, CDE's, etc. When I first transferred to this center, I was

gLee

Tomorrow night. I've been waiting for months for this. Now it's time.

New Creation, New Method

You all know I live in the South. :) And while many of the things you hear about the South are nothing but myth (YES, we have indoor plumbing. And shoes. And some of us even have college degrees! LOL), other things you may hear lean more toward being truth, than myth.One of those things (at least where I grew up) is the plethora of camouflage that takes residence in the closets of most of us in

Broken and Scraped

Yesterday was one of those days. You know the kind, right? The kind that makes you want to crawl in bed and suck your thumb and hold your blankie in the other? Yeah, that's the kind of day I had yesterday. It started out with knowing that my car needs new breaks. In fact, I need them YESTERDAY. My mechanic (i.e. my wonderful step-dad) is currently under the weather, so for now I'm driving my car

Life Choices

A few days ago, Lee Ann, over at The Butter Compartment, posted a blog about being in the minority of people who have chosen not to have children. As I read her blog post, I got fairly emotional and wanted to comment. But then I realized how much I had to say, so instead I talked with her and decided to post my own blog on this very sensitive subject. And while my ideas may vary some from Lee