Unicorns, Shady People In Wyoming, and Who Knows What Else

I have made yet another vlog, and before you watch it I feel you should know/ be aware of a few things.

• I had absolutely NO voice 3 hours prior to recording this, thus the sicky sound.
• I have so much hairspray in my hair I could keep a grandma's dentures in her mouth and there are still a bunch of ugly fly aways.
• I am very awkward on camera and I swear I'm not that awkward in real person so no need to fret. 
• Is fret a word?
• And from watching this video you would think I have ADHD or something, I swear to you I don't. I'm just a quick topic jumper so sorry if it's hard to keep up.
• Lastly, I'm sorry if I offend you with my old person line. It's totally true though. 
• With all that said, here you go!

Keep your head up and your unicorns close,
Ellie <3

"I will NOT Punch The Mail Man... Today"

I get on the bus at a lower than awesome 57. I take 1 sugar shot of 14 carbs (not a legit shot like with needles, but like alcohol kinda shot.) ((I've realized what I just said came out very very very wrong!!)) Anyways I had 14 carbs thanks to the Nerds candy. Then a friend was like "Yo! I got you a cookie" Those words are like music to my ears so I ate my cookie getting off the bus with an exact 80. I got into the groove of walking home and totally spaced out. I'm not sure if I can blame the low for this one or if I'm just that spacy. Any who, I spaced out and out of nowhere the mail man comes out of this guys yard. He was whistling , I was spaced out, it just didn't go well. All of a sudden I heard his footsteps and almost punched the guy in the nose. It was a new mail man the other guy knows I will punch you if you come out of nowhere and he always keeps his distance. This guy... not so much. So as I ball my fist up to punch the guy I realize who it was and told myself "Smile and nod keep walking home, you got this." 

I did NOT punch the poor mailman and I DID make it home. Just a day in the life of a blonde person reminiscing about a cookie. 

Keep your head up and your cookies near,

Ellie <3 

Welcome To The Team

This is Herman. Well... that is not Herman, my Herman looks exactly like this, but he's tucked away nicely in my unicorn skull bag and will be resting there until midnight tonight when I pull him out to test again. I got him about a week ago from a fancy place called Walmart and got him all gussied up and had him meet the nurse and the doctor and all those fun people and then today got to test with him for the first time!! It was a beautiful 107. I LOOVE Hermin. He's skinny and one of my favorite colors, and he's everything a person who has to check their blood sugar would want. The only thing I don't like is the lancet he comes with, but there's an easy fix to that. I use my old lancet the Multiclix lancing device. I love that it has 6 needles in one drum and I never have to see the needles! I also don't like the case, but really who does? So that's it. I will be posting a vlog sometime soon to properly introduce my Herman. But until then I guess you'll just have to wait. :)

Keep your head up and your blood sugar in check,
Ellie <3

A Letter To Target

Dearest Target,
Why oh why must you pump insulin through the vents? I don't understand. I come in happy and rollin steady in the 100's and walk in and exactly at that precise moment I drop low. Into the 60's and when I forgot something and had to come back you plummeted me back down. WTF?! I just wanna shop in peace while feeling my feet. I needed test strips, but I end up buying glucose tabs with them because Target you can't figure out your freakin ventilation system. And I know I could have done something to prevent this like eating moreish, but there's only so much a girl can handle on a nightly basis. AHHHHH!!! Fail Target, Fail.
Love Always,
Ellie <3

Runaway Train

Sometimes I feel like my life moves so fast. Everything blurs together and it's some times hard to take a good look at what's ahead. It's also hard sometimes to realize I'm low and that I need to do something about it. Like today I was volunteering with kids like I do almost every Saturday. I deal with about a total of anywhere between 7-13 kids a Saturday... that's a lot of kids. They're hard to keep track of sometimes and you just have to be 100% committed to doing it which I totally am which is why it is so annoying when I drop low during that 4 hour window. Today I had one of those lows where I just couldn't focus and then randomly out of the blue I couldn't walk. What do you do in that instance? You send the kids out on an early recess and send one kid out to get a fruit snack then you sit there hoping nobody dies in your no legged absence and wait for the fruit snacks to kick in and raise your blood sugar. One of the little girls had allergies and in the awful wind and rain whipping through the town this weekend she opted to hang out with me. We had a discussion on those waves you see across the pavement when it's 110 outside, we talked about how many "boyfriends" she's had (she's only 9) and a bunch of other things until it was time for lunch. It was fun. I would have missed out on this conversation had I not been low, but I would have enjoyed it more if I wasn't.

Keep your head up and your train of thought on its track,
Ellie <3

Low Frickin Hangovers

There are some of those lows that every diabetic/hypoglycemic person gets that no matter how quick you can correct it you still end up with those stupid after low hangovers. Yes, you know what I'm talking about. Those hangovers where you've never drank a sip of alcohol, but you know exactly how a hangover feels like. Yup, those ones. It comes with the usual:
-splitting headache
-the feeling like you're going to regret the lunch you just had any moment
-the constant weakness
-the tiredness and the fact that you can't even keep one eye open for the life of you
-where every noise is like a gong going off in your brain
-where you are trying to piece back the last 1/2 hour to hour trying to figure out what the heck happened
Those hangovers. I get them really badly after lows that are in the low 50's and lower. They usually include several Tylenol pills and hang out for an hour. They suck. Not gunna lie. So if you get these PLEASE tell me how you get rid of them. I would greatly appreciate it.

Keep your head up and your tylenol close,
Ellie <3

One Of The Benefits

Monday night at guard I was dropping low, I could feel it, but knowing there was three minutes left until a water break I pushed through it. When I tested at the water break it revealed a 57. I wasn't in the mood for a juice box so I grabbed a dollar and asked my instructor if I could walk to the vending machine. He sounded a little annoyed as this has happened many atimes and I just kind of ignored his attitude and moved forth in correcting my low. Well the next day I decided to talk to him about it and explain that as hard as I try to control it, I can't and there's only so much I can do. I walked up to him and said I felt like he was a little annoyed with me. And he came back really apologetic saying he was just "really worried as my face was super pale and my eyes were evidently really dilated." He also said he "understands I don't use it as an excuse and that I can always sit out if I feel the need." Cool. We were all on the same page now and I felt better knowing that I was never in trouble for my lows. Well, Thursday was a competition day. We were hosting it so him and a couple of us were hanging out in the gym. He asked me concerned about my blood sugar and I said it was fine. He was like "well I brought candy so you just have to let me know!" Well as we were warming up that o-so-usual feeling kicked in and I stepped out into the hallway. Alone, with out a bag, a juice, nothing. I don't know what I was planning on doing, but I was sweating and I couldn't really get a grip on what or where I was. Maddy soon came out with my test kit and sat down with me waiting to see the results. 63.

 That's what it felt like. (IDK what 1.1 translate to in mg/dl, but I know I was not THAT low.) As I sat in the hallway waiting for my juice box to be delivered the whole entire school flooded into the band hallway. One of the teachers sat down with me because I looked like I was about to pass out, my instructor walked in and like didn't say a word just ran for the starbursts he brought, my band teacher walked in and just shrugged and there I sat in the middle of it half confused half scared I wouldn't get it up in time to perform. My instructor tore around the corner with a giant bag of starbursts, that are evidently living at the bottom of his bag and are reserved just for me, with a worried look on his face saying I could take all the time I needed, and that this is why you should always become friends with the instructors. Everything turned out fine, I carried my emergency bag around with me every where just in case I had an impromptu low. It was just funny to think. Having your instructor always carry candy for you is just one of the benefits of being hypoglycemic. See were not all bad news...

Keep your head up and your competition face on,
Ellie <3