1424385_580665468653525_1660915794_nYes, the title says it all, I’m perplexed, once again diabetes has made me stop think. However, this time, it’s not about CGM’s (continues glucose monitors), killer T-cells, insulin pumps, post adrenal spike (or whatever its called), insurance,  night-time lows, delayed hypoglycemia, but something much more simple, but maybe more important than all the aforementioned.  This is about making connections in the diabetes community, not the DOC (diabetes online community), but the local and regional community. I’m perplexed at the lack of local connections I’ve made. Let me take you on a mental journey through my burned out shell of a brain.

I’ve thought many times about this, but frankly, I don’t have a lot of local connections and I don’t know why. I started wracking my brain on this more and more after we made a trip to Ohio to spend a weekend with a wonderful d-family (family with a child with Type 1 Diabetes); in this case they have 2 Type 1’s like us.

Our wives had met and knew each other from a meet up for coffee when my wife traveled through Ohio early this year. They both decided, without husband input, that we would get together for a weekend. So it all worked out and we made the trip to Ohio. I had a blast! It was one of the most fun weekends I have ever had. I had talked with John a few times through Facebook message, and he belongs to the Dads Battling Diabetes Group, but we really hit it off hanging out that weekend.  I won’t tell you anymore about that weekend, I’ll dedicate a post to that in a few weeks.

I’m still perplexed about local connections. We’ve gone to many JDRF events, met local couples, have hung out with local d-families at their houses, but not the “I can’t hardly wait to see them again”, their sending us messages saying we need to get together again type connection.

True, we’ve met some awesome local folks. But not on the level of our friends in John and Stacey in Ohio, or Mike and his wife from Chicago, or the whole group from Chicago we met at Friends for Life 2014. They all invited us to come to Chicago. Or my other DOC buddy Mike who has Type 1; he comes to Michigan every August and we met for dinner and had a blast with his wife and daughter.

There’s a local d-dad (dad of a child with Type 1) who has 2 kids with Type 1.  We always are happy to see each other, always talk about getting together, but never do. Maybe that’s one connection I need to follow-up on. But I know he travels for work, but I’ll reach out nonetheless.

Through the dads group I met a fellow d-dad blogger, and his name is Tim. We always talk about getting together, I guess I need to make that happen. His blog is really good, check out the link here Maybe we’ll both be writing posts about a d-dad blogger met up. That’d be great.

I have to take responsibility in this perlexment of the mind, but I’m still left in amazement at how we made such awesome friends in Ohio and not can’t make that magic connection in our town. My wife has made a few connections, but we’ve never gotten together as families.

I’d like to say a few things about once you make that golden connection in the diabetes community, local or out-of-state. Your social economic status should not enter the picture. I think we all learn when we interact with people of different and diverse back grounds. Do use proper manners, we all should know what those are. Be yourself, don’t try to be something you’re not. We’re all in this battle together, we make each other stronger, we make each other more aware by our experiences. Try something new, try new food, new activities enjoy your new friends. The connection is golden when you make it. It’s like recharging your batteries.

I can’t answer why I can not make local connections. Maybe I don’t try hard enough. I don’t know. But I can tell you, driving 3 hours was worth the time. We had a blast. Going to Friends for Life in Florida was golden. We made some great connections.  We all need to make those in person connections, keep them and cherish them and build them.





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Decision time:

A few nights back I was tired, the kids had gone to bed and I was trying to read my 8 chapters in my book for business ethics. I kept nodding off, over and over, maybe the reading was boring, quite possibly because I had read the same sort of stuff the first time (second time around) at college.  The last time in college I took religion and philosophy, so  I found the books somewhat familiar.  My wife was gone to some kind of home party thing and it was closing in on 10 pm; I went to bed.  That’s always the start of a diabetes story for a  d-parent.  Let me tell you about the decision time.

I grabbed the CGM and towed them to bed with me. Little-boy was sound asleep, that was good, CGM were telling a good tale, so I was sound asleep in minutes. However, my wife woke me up a half hour later. I fell back to sleep quickly after she ask me if I was keeping the CGM’s on my side of the bed. I keep them.

I slept pretty well until 1 am when nature made a collect call. Quickly I fell back to sleep after my bathroom encounter with the toilet. But, once again, diabetes played the villain, the antagonist, the great annoyance again.

I heard the Dexcom squawk loudly, I woke up pretty fast.  I raced upstairs and checked older DD’s BG.  50 something! I gave her some juice and went back downstairs.  After setting the glass back on the counter, the stinking microwave told me it was 4:17 am. I told the microwave off, it made me feel better.

However, the decision was two-fold,  reset my alarm for 6 am  or leave it at 5:30 am.  6 would give another half hour of sleep, but 5:30 would give me time to drink my coffee slowly and gobble my cereal down at a civil pace. I picked 5:30.

I got up, fired up the Keurig and made some Green Moutain dark roast and sipped away.  My day went pretty well. I felt about as rested as I could.  I was out the door by my magic time of 6:25.

I got home and the kids to wanted ride scooters and my wife had to hit the grocery store.  I fired the Keurig up again and made more Green Mountain.  We played outside until little-boy ate some gross crusty dirt, at least I hope it was dirt. While cleaning his mouth out he bit me a few times. Eighteen-month-olds do that, very well I might add.  I even fixed a hypo in the middle of all that.

All in a days work I guess.  The days goes better when you make the right call. Slowly sipping away at that coffee was a great call. Now I going to sip away at a couple of Brooklyn Lagers, slowly of course.


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