(…or, How I Packed Everything but the Kitchen Sink—wait, no, I packed that too.)
Last week, I wrote a race preview for a race I planned to run over Memorial Day. This is my entry after the race.
So I ran …
Time in Range: Like Herding Blood Sugar Cats
Let me tell you a story about an imaginary friend named Gluco who lives inside my son’s body. Gluco is… well, let’s just say he has a flair for the dramatic.
One minute he’s chilling on the couch—blood sugar levels …
Owen’s First “High”: A Rookie Parent’s Play-by-Play
It was bound to happen.
Life with three kids is about as predictable as a puppy on espresso, and type 1 diabetes hates unpredictability. Still, when Owen’s continuous glucose monitor (CGM) flashed that first screaming-red HIGH since his diagnosis, my …
Well That Didn’t Go To Plan…
That’s the thing about diabetes: just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, you’re reminded how little you really know.
Case in point: I was still riding high from the success of my son’s first soccer game with
Blood Sugar Swings From The Sidelines.
“Owen wants to play soccer — I signed him up with Penn Fusion.”
It was a simple text from his mother. It makes sense that he’d want to follow in his sister’s footsteps and play soccer. I was psyched to …