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Operation: Stop the itch

3.5 years ago, Niya was born. She was cut out (c-section). Niya took a lot of things away from me during her stay in my belly. I wouldn’t change anything! Niya is my blessing.

I lost all of my baby weight. I’ve come
to terms that my stretch marks will not go away. I understand sit-ups, crunches or ab work outs will not rid me of stretch marks…*sigh* but for some odd reason my stretch marks started itching. Why? I don’t know. Do I scratch them?!?! Heck no! I don’t want to create more. I need to find a remedy to take the itch away.

My theory–sweat! They didn’t start itching until I started working out. Heck what do I know, I’m not a Dermatologist?!?! I’m just a woman, who happens to be a diabetic, mother and wife…who wants these dog on stretch marks to stop itching. *sigh*

Can someone…ANYONE, Help me?!?! I know there has to be a woman or man who can help me. Please I’ll try just about “anything”.

Be Blessed
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Please excuse any grammatical error’s:)


Doc-Are you stuck on stupid?

 I have a high school friend who was just diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes last week.    I let him know everything would be ok. He said he knew it would be but he know he doesn’t want to end up like his father, who died from complications from diabetes. I told him diabetes isn’t a death sentence, you just have to take care of yourself.   He had his first appointment today.

I sent my friend a text message to see how his appointment went.  The appointment went good.  The Doc gave him med’s and he is going to make an appointment to the endocrinologist I recommended.   My next question was “What meter did your Doc give you?”.   He text back.  “He didn’t give me one.”  blood_glucose_250x251I couldn’t believe what I just read.  Why would someone  give a newly diagnosed diabetic medication without a meter?  Is his Doc stuck on stupid; he must be. The  Doc is sending the wrong message–“It’s ok to take your medication but don’t test your blood sugar.” I don’t get it. 

I told my friend to continue to watch what he eats, until he get’s his meter. If he had any questions I will be willing to help as much as I could.  OMG! I am upset right now.   I bet his Doc doesn’t practice– Patient First.  What a shame!  I am so upset right now.  I don’t get it.  I know his Doc has plenty of meter’s to give out to newly diagnosed diabetic’s.  Maybe I’m wrong? 


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Holiday’s and me

The 4th of July is on Saturday. I am excited. I have a three day weekend! I will try my best to sleep past 6 am, I can’t blame waking up before the crack of dawn on Niya–she sleeps until 8.

I have to be honest. The hoilday’s are very hard for me. Seeing families together, the smell of BBQ and watching people hang their flags…does something to me. I tear up when I see families hanging out. I get mad when I smell BBQ. I get chills when I see an American Flag hanging outside someone house. I am proud of my Husband for serving our country. I respect his decision but I’m not going to sit here and say how easy it is to be without someone you love for months, days or years. It’s hard. The holidays are extremely hard for me. I’m hanging in there:)

Please say a prayer for all the women and men who serve this country. They put their lives on the line for us each and everyday.

On a positive note: I’m headed to Sea World on Saturday, military and their family can get in free…that’s one bright side of the life of an Armywife:)

Be Blessed & Be Safe
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New Adventure in Exercising

I joined a gym, not a secret.  I thought about getting a personal trainer but my husband said, “You know how to get in shape, why pay someone?”.  Personal trainer is out of the question.  Next, I decided to see what classes LA fitness had to offer.   Aqua Aerobics, Cardio kickboxing and  Ab sculpting class.  Friday, I decided to try Cardio Kickboxing.  I looked around the class.  I could tell I was the only newbie! I saw a lady, I asked her “How do you like this class.”  She said, “You’ve never taken this class before? Girl, this is my favorite class. He is a great instructor.  He is hard.”  OMG! What did I get myself into.  The music started playing, my body started moving and the kickboxing class began.  I wanted to stop sooooooo bad, but I couldn’t. I felt good.


  I was motivated but by the end of the class I was exhausted.  I checked my bg, the meter read 58.  I popped a few glucose tabs in my mouth. I was good to go.     I decided– to keep going to cardio kickboxing and figure out this whole bg thing.   I enjoy it! Let’s see how next Friday goes.

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I gave up Afro-Carib class’s. Why pay extra, classes are included into my gym membership.

Prt 2: Humor Me

I wrote a post a few weeks ago,  Humor Me.   My Supervisor held me hostage until my low (58) came up. I was told I needed to make an appointment with the Endo to see what was wrong with me.  I tried explaining there wasn’t anything wrong with me, but they didn’t want to hear it. I scheduled my appointment for 6-11-09.  This is how my appointment went:

Wes: “Cherise, what are you doing here so soon?”

Me: “Well, I had a bg of 58! My boss/supervisor said I needed to come see you because something isn’t right.”

Wes: “How many times has this happened?”

Me:  “Once.  I was very active at work during Memorial Day weekend.  I dropped. They made me come see you.”

Wes:” OK, that’s odd. They must not be a diabetic? ”

Me: “Not diabetic (I started laughing). Just worried about me.”

Wes: “What do they want me to do?”

He asked to see my PDM.  I gave it to him. 

Wes: “Cherise, your numbers are awesome.  The lowest you’ve been was 70, not bad at all.”

I asked Wes to Humor Me, he decided to send this letter to my boss/supervisor:



I am blessed to have co-workers who care about my well being.  I understand why they worry.  Honestly, it can be a little overwhelming at times.  I try to go with the flow sometime but it doesn’t follow me. Isn’t that what life with diabetes is about? 

Be Blessed


Btw, My insurance doesn’t require me to pay a copay to see the Endo.  If I had to pay I wouldn’t have went.

Humor Me

Recently, I’ve had a lot of low (hypoglycemia) blood sugars.  I’m not sure why, it’s been happening a lot at work.   The first occurrence happened on the Memorial Day weekend, when we have a 3 day weekend we have to double the work load.   I don’t work on Saturday or Sunday–the clock is still rolling, deadlines have to be met.  I ate chicken fried rice (homemade) for lunch.  I bolused for 34 carbs, extended 50% of my bolus out for 2 hours and ate lunch.    I went back to my desk, back to work I went.    Running around the office, I felt a little light headed.  I felt my world spinning.  I tested my blood sugar; meter read 58.  I looked in my purse for my glucose tabs, nothing there.  I checked my desk drawer, no glucose tabs.  I was ok, I asked my co-worker to grab me some candy.  My co-worker was scared, people started coming to my desk.  “Are you ok?”  I let them know I was fine.   “Do you need chocolate?”  No, thank you.  “Do you want me to go to the car to get the glucose tablets?” No, I’m ok.  I don’t want to over treat my low.  A few minutes passed, re-checked and my meter was 56.   The words weren’t coming out of my mouth as fast as my mind was processing them.  My Supervisor came over to me, “You are not driving home. Joy will drive you to pick up Niya.  You will sit at Joy’s house for a few hours before you can go home.”  scolding

My Motto: NO TALKING WHILE LOW!  I don’t want to say anything I can’t take back.  I have a lot of emotions running through my head, don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.

I decided to explain the importance of the CGM. CGM’s get denied a lot;  due to the Pt’s health plan but at least she has a better understanding. 

I ate a piece of bread w/ peanut butter, bg 78! yeppie!! I can go home.    My Supervisor asked me to Humor her, let someone take me home. LOL, I’m really ok.  I don’t need anyone to driver me anywhere.  She said, “Cherise, humor me.”  I obliged.  I hung out with my friend Joy for a few hours. Checked bg it was 120.  I texted my supervisor to let her know I made it home ok.  I returned back to work on Tuesday,  “Are you ok?” Yes.  I told my supervisor, “I felt like a hostage, held against my will.”  She said, “We care about you! WE didn’t want anything to happen to you.”

 It’s great to work with people who care, at the same time it could be a little overwhelming.  Are your co-workers a little over protective of you?

Be Blessed


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Summer classes starting soon….Not!

I am on a mission to get my college degree. 


Well the verdict is in, I will not be attending school this fall.   The summer session is completely  full. I am not happy. I am a little disappointed.  I am not going to let this minor set back ruin my plans. I believe–sometimes what we have planned for ourselves isn’t what God has planned for us.  So, I will be attending school in August.   I am excited. Enrollment is in July. I hope I can lock in a couple of classes for the fall semester. Keep your fingers crossed. 


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