The Olimbics (aka Olympics)

Ok, so the Olimbics are well underway, actually they are almost at an end. Why, you are asking yourself, is this idiot calling the most revered athletic event by an incorrect name..... Well, my daughter dubbed it the Olimbics in our house and the name just stuck.

We've been trying to watch as many sports much as possible, well at least the exciting ones! Our patriotism is at its peak, and our children are learning new concepts such as competition, athleticism, medal standings, sportsmanship and fearlessness. The latter refers to the athletes who participate in the luge and skeleton because that they are two crazy sports that require a certain mindset that I cannot get my head around.... racing down an ice track at high speed, with a thin piece of styrofoam protecting your brain. Huh? Am I missing something

The Olimbics have brought a new zeal to our nightly tv sessions. My husband is watching Russia vs. Canada men's hockey on APTV. For those of you who don't know, that's the aboriginal tv channel. He thinks it is very impressive that the hockey is being called in a language we have never heard before and is trying to learn some new words. i am arguing that we should go back to the English version....

He's also texting my best friend.... they are having their own mini-Olimbics - presumably to see who has the fastest fingers and can press the SEND button first. We had one three way....... conversation, that is (get your mind out of the gutter) on our BBerries... how sad that I sit next to my husband and text him and my friend instead of talking. But it was fun. I must admit. Now, they are going at it alone, leaving me out of the equation. Texting about the athletes, the medals, the races, the outfits. You name it, they over it, They should replace the two hosts of the early morning CTV Olimbics show - the veejay kids they stole from MTV Canada who should have stayed there... they are so completely uninteresting.

So, my post is not all about diabetes today. Although, as a diabetic, I can't imagine how challenging it would be as an Olympic athlete. Heck, I have a hard enough time balancing my blood sugar for a one hour workout at the gym! Hats off to the Olimbians (ok, I'll say it properly - the Olympians) who perform with challenges, and to the Paralympic athletes who are living proof that no challenge whether physical or mental should stand in the way of someone driven to reach the top.

p.s. should I be worried about the E-Affair between my husband and my friend???/ Nah..... they're just having fun.

Back in the Game

So it's six months later, and i clearly have slacked for a while. Also, looking back on my inaugural post, perhaps I shouldn't have embarked on a blog adventure with my first entry entitled "Writer's Block". Doesn't give much hope for success, does it?!?

Giving a talk to diabetic teens this weekend and wondering where to begin. I have been asked to share my experiences being a lawyer with diabetes, or a diabetic lawyer... not sure which one applies. I think in my case I am a diabetic lawyer. Not a lawyer with diabetes. I truly identify more with being a diabetic than being a lawyer. I am more comfortable in that skin... it's just who I am. A diabetic who happens to be a lawyer! What can I tell teens to inspire them to follow through with their dreams of becoming a lawyer...frankly, it never occurred to me that I couldn't be whatever I wanted to be (except perhaps a commercial pilot or astronaut) as a diabetic. One thing is for sure... the stress of a law school and lawyering lifestyle can wreak havoc on a diabetic if you let.

My big weakness is letting my sugar run a bit high, so that I don't have to worry about it going low in meetings or conferences.... I suppose this is a social phobia of some sort. I try to make it so that I won't have to deal with the diabetes during the meeting - because I hate having to explain why I am sucking back 2 juices and sugar packets.

Maybe it's not the right thing to do, but that's what feels right, at least in the moment.

Writer's Block

I started this Blog on a whim, thinking that perhaps I could share some of my experiences as a Type 1 diabetic mother.  I am first and foremost a mom, as well as a wife, sister, daughter, friend, lawyer and we must not forget.... a diabetic.

Diagnosed at age 16, I am thankful that I had a childhood full of adventure, freedom and carefree living.  That's not to say that it ended at age 16, but life certainly changed.

I grew up into a diabetic adult and my children think that diabetes is normal and that every mom has it.   When asked, they tell everyone that my pancreas is broken, which is true.  I like to think it is just on strike and one day when it gets what it has been holding out for it will start working again.... wishful thinking?!?

My kids help me test my blood sugar, they share their apple juice when I am low and they  give me tons of love when I need it.

Welcome to my blog.  Stay tuned for an exciting ride....