Enough Running.

Why are these people running? What are they running from? What makes these folks want to flee from a movie theater that is obviously "healthfully air conditioned" and most likely showing a kickass Bela Lugosi flick?

I'll give you a hint. It's kind of purple-ish, slimy, sticky, and from outer space.

That's right--it's THE BLOB!! And you know what? The running-out-of-the-theater scene from the original Blob, with Steve McQueen, was shot at the Colonial Theatre in my very-soon-to-be new hometown of Phoenixville. The Colonial is walking distance from my new place. They are working on remodeling it, and it's still showing movies, including b-horror classics. Every year since 2000, Phoenixville hosts Blobfest during the summer. In the summer of '09, I can join the crowd in a re-enactment of the running-out-of-the-theater scene, where I too can pretend to run from the Blob!

I feel as though I've been running, and it's been difficult to stop. Things are whizzing by me, and I'm not even noticing, and while that doesn't necessarily matter in a number of mundane daily tasks, it does matter to my diabetes.

Granted, I've had a lot on my mind, and a lot of stuff going on. But I have been neglecting the following, and that is a no-no:

Testing before meals
Bolusing before meals (I've been lazy and doing it after...)
Testing before bed
Bolusing for every meal (Again, the lazy, or maybe the spacey or too hungry to care...)

I feel that I have been running from the most basic of Type 1 diabetes basics, and let's face it, they're not that scary. I don't have a real reason for ignoring this stuff. Maybe my life is too busy. Maybe I need the visual verification of how I'm doing that a CGM or some good meter software can provide me with. Maybe it's a combination of factors.

All I know is that I want to be doing better. I too am on the run from something slimy and sticky. I'm sick of my numbers sounding like something out a cult-classic horror film. Thanks to some help from members of my rockin' care team, I am going to get back into leisurely strolls around my numbers.

Panic-stricken dashes have their place--I just want to remove the unneccessary ones from my personal diabetes plan.