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Due to a technical snafu, many of my columns at Animas from 2012 were published in 2013.  Which means that some of the timelier content looks anachronistic, but the sentiment remains the same (see also:  that time it looks like I wrote about the Friends for Life conference in January).  As New England waits for the winter storm Nemo to find us this time, I wanted to share some of these new links while I'm searching for our snow shovel:"There was something about NOT being able to do something that made me want to do it even more.  I don’t like feeling limited by my body.  I don’t want to be the kind of person who says, “Well, I can’t because I can’t.”Which is why I’ve decided to become a runner.  Only I don’t feel like a runner.  And I’d never call myself one.  Technically, I’m an awkward trotter."  - Running for My Life*   *   *"When Birdy was a little baby, I didn’t have to worry too much about what she was able to get her little mitts on, because she was either happily in my arms or happily napping in her crib pretty much all the time.  Keeping my diabetes bits and pieces out of her reach was easy, considering how limited her reach was.  My main concerns were keeping my pump infusion set and my tubing away from her sometimes-flailing limbs.  (There was a time that I was feeding her and she kicked my site loose from ...
Source: Six Until Me. - Category: Diabetes Source Type: blogs