January 29th, 2010 by
I am SO itching to write my updates from Sundance, including posting photos and really describing how unreal this has been for my husband, but Internet access is pretty crap here, and I’ve had a lot of trouble keeping up with the online world. Monday, I’m all over it.
What did dawn on me is how much has changed in the last 4 1/2 years, since I started this blog. Back then, I had a different last name, lived in my own little apartment in South County, RI, and worked at a job that made my skin crawl. I didn’t know another soul who had diabetes, nevermind having access to hundreds of other people with diabetes who really "get it," you know?
It’s str
ange, chronicling life with diabetes and seeing how much has changed in the last few years. So much has happened, from moving to Connecticut and then planning a wedding and then marrying Chris, and then all the stuff with our respective careers and now little Ms. BSparl? Some really tough times, some really triumphant times, and all the gray (like Siah) parts in between, many shared with you guys.
And it started with one crappy little post back in May 2005, when I was just learning what the hell a blog ("blaaaaaaaaahgh") was, and how it could help me heal, emotionally, in the ways I didn’t realize I was a little broken.
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My name is Kerri.
I could go through the hassle of establishing a non de plume, but I wasn’t thinking when I set this up and I signed in with my real name. Note to Potential Stalkers: Please don’t.
The purpose of this is to make contact with other diabetics. It’s one of those diseases (or maybe they’re all this way, I’m not sure) where even if you have the mechanics of it completely mastered, the psychological battle is just as daunting. Every time I test my bloodsugar, the result stirs me up emotionally. If I’m high, I feel guilty. Or surprised. Or angry. If I’m low, I feel anxious. And slightly panicky. Or confused. A normal reading level might make me feel cocky. Or successful. But they all make me feel something. And it’s not just physiological. There is so much involved in the daily maintenance of diabetes that a support network isn’t just nice, it’s necessary.
Reach out. Ask questions. Answer the litany I’m sure to ask. Network network network. And when that doesn’t work, just repeat repeat repeat.
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Funny how everything has changed, but absolutely nothing’s changed. (Thanks for the line, Eddie Vedder.) How long have you been blogging, and what made you decide to take the leap into the online unknown?
Source: Six Until Me.