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New post about why insulin can never be administered as an oral medication. I kind of had an "ah ha!" moment.

I’m taking a class on social media and my semester long project is to create a blog. Whoo! I basically took my blog from here and remade it into a WordPress blog that my professor can track.  

Please do me a favor - I’m being graded on site/post visits and interaction. 

http://bit.ly/1dZjclT

I had been having really bad fasting blood sugars and almost half the time I tested, it was in the 200s, so I knew I wasn't expecting good news.  We started talking - my A1C was 7.0. 

To a girl who started with an A1C of 6.3, that was a hard blow.  I started to tear up right in the office, almost on instinct.  I didn't realize how upset I was by this news until I felt my eyes start to water and my voice start to crack.  

I'm sure I could have done better.  I could have had more self control.  I could have eaten better.  I could have exercised more.  

She handed me a tissue and tried to console me.  She said I was still within the range of control. That I was better than most college students.  Don't worry, because I know you can do better.

But what if I can't?

She doesn't want to have to put me on any new medication because she feels diet and exercise is the better choice.  So for the next week I have to record every little thing I eat and test my sugars before and two hours after everything. Maybe writing everything down will guilt me into a healthy diet or maybe it will just make me feel utterly lost. 

When I was really young, like pre-diabetes young, I used to go to summer camp, like most kids.  At day camp and overnight camp, there was one overarching translatable skilled needed to survive: how to make friendship bracelets.

I learned from a really young age how to brain, do a chinese staircase, candy strip, candy strip in a v shape...and so on.  It came to the point that the hand motions were automatic - my fingers just instinctively knew what to do.

Now that I'm 21 and a senior in college, I got the urge to make a friendship bracelet again.  I went on amazon, bought a pack of 100 strings, and started again.