u/CuriousButNotJewish

I am toying with the idea of a devotional tattoo, I have the design already that I am working on, but I would like someone who understands the religious meaning of this to do it, it would mean a lot (and I would rather patron a fellow Hellenist). It's a long shot, but does anyone know of good artists in this area? This is my home, so I'm hoping someone will be nearby

I have heard so many things. Drink water, drink LOTS of water. Oh, but don't! Your brain might swell from water and you'll die! You have to drink water and eat salt!

No, no, will say yet another group, you should eat food. Carbs. Yes, it is weird, but eat a banana and rage bolus. Trust us. My diabetologist also gave me this advice on the last visit I had.

So here I am, my second time this year when my pump quietly disconnects while I'm asleep and I'm up at 2:30am knowing I'll likely have to call in sick tomorrow because the kind of sick you get from high BG + 3 hours of no insulin is a unique kind of torture. And I'm drinking water and am mildly annoyed, because I don't really know what to do to be "proper" about this. Should I snort some salt as a chaser after the 0.5L I just chugged? Should I go get a banana from the fridge instead?

I'm unashamedly a bit of an idiot. Fellow Type 1 Diabetics, what do you do when your blood glucose jumps out of orbit to safely return to Earth?

Edit: Thank you everyone for the suggestions! I went for a walk and did some squats and then as soon as my BG hit 300 on its way down I went to sleep. I am now awake, feel like I have the world's worst hangover, and am about to go to work. Thank you for keeping me company at the ass crack of dawn, y'all are awesome!

It's 2 hours away and I still don't know if I want to do anything, I'm on the path of totality too (first time this century here in Europe!). What are you European guys doing?

Ca multi romani, am mostenit o ditamai casa la tara, cu pamant, livezi, suprafete de teren, etc. De locuit, locuiesc in Strainezia, unde castig foarte bine (+4000/luna). Nu pot sa zic ca am un job greu. Insa totusi, uneori imi vine nostalgia pentru o viata simpla unde nu trebuie permanent sa tin evidenta a 35 de chestii diferite care se desfasoara in jurul meu.

Din moment ce casa de la tara e goala, de ceva timp, pe mine si pe prietenul meu ne bate gandul sa ne punem casa de aici din Strainezia in chirie vreun an, doi, sa ne dam demisia, si sa facem un sabbatical la sat. Adica, sa luam niste gaini, niste rasaduri, si sa vedem ce iese, nu sa incercam sa facem profit ci sa vedem daca am putea supravietui cat mai mult din livada (avand in vedere ca la tara avem si vita de vie, si livezi, deci fara sa bagam niciun ban in ele, avem fructe din care sa facem vin si tuica, din care sa zici ca scoatem niste bani sa luam paine, benzina, lemne si ce nu putem sa facem noi in casa). Ne-ar bate gandul sa ne facem damblaua asa vreo 2-3 ani, iar dupa sa ne intoarcem in Strainezia pentru ca vrem sa facem un copil.

Argumente pro/con? Suntem noi nebuni? Si cel mai important: Cat de greu ne-ar fi sa ne descurcam asa?

(Iar pentru cei care au incercat in trecut, intrebare bonus: cam de cati bani extra pe luna ati avut nevoie? Am veni inapoi in tara binenteles cu niste economii, dar habar n-avem cam de cati bani am avea nevoie "extra" ca sa traim ok la sat la mama naibii.)

Mentionez ca avem panouri solare pe casa si fantana, deci nu am da, in teorie, bani pe electricitate sau apa, doar pe butelia de gaz. Multumesc anticipat pentru sfaturi.

My country gives mothers 2 months before birth - did you need more time? Is it a good idea to take more time off? Medically speaking I don't know how I could handle work and diabetic pregnancy simultaneously...

Eu sunt in situatia asta si mi s-a zis, atat de amicii straini cat si de cei romani, ba ca dau prea mult, ba ca dau prea putin, ba ca ca femeie ar trebui sa am eu pretentii la banii lui, ma rog, multe multe sfaturi. Noi in Romania totusi stiu ca avem cutumna, cineva castiga mai mult in familie si ala cumva plateste mai mult iesirile, excursiile, mancarea, etc., cumva sa compenseze salariul mai mic al celuilalt si sa aiba ambii parteneri acelasi nivel de trai. Ei bine, cam cat % vi se pare normal sa dati pentru cauza asta, in contextul in care partenerul munceste, doar ca nu castiga la fel de bine, ca sa mentineti un trai comun la fel de mare? Si cam cat dati doar pe voi si hobbyurile voastre?

Va rog raspunsuri serioase si ne-sexiste, daca se poate, ca de mistouri am primit destule.

Am gresit cu postarea precedenta, ii dau muie generos si comentatorii de la Digi. Mult popcorn seara asta.

Il respect pe Simion pentru un singur lucru: manevra asta.

Eu acolo cred ca vom ajunge, sper sa am sanse sa votez acelasi candidat si a 4a oara... Dar acum ca Roddit a devenit anti-Nicusor, si suspendarea pare din ce in ce mai probabila, pe cine puneti stampila (asumand ca va candida)?

M-am tot gandit la el zilele astea, dupa ce in postarea Salvamont asa din colt se vedea ca nu e constient. 25 de ani e foarte tanar... N-am gasit nimic, nici nume, nici detalii, sa caut despre el vreum update, daca inca e in spital, daca a iesit, daca a supravietuit sau nu. Omul a lesinat de oboseala dupa ce a trecut muntii fugind de moarte si "tovarasii" l-au abandonat sa moara intr-un parau ca un caine. M-a emotionat.

Daca mai stie cineva ceva de starea lui de sanatate, va rog din suflet sa impartiti informatia, DM, comentariu aici, oricum. Poate pare tampita chestia asta, dar nu stiu, ma doare inima sa ma gandesc la ce e aproape un copil, si prin ce a trecut el, si chiar daca nu il cunosc si e un anonim pentru mine, anonima asta a tot fost cu gandul la el si ii doreste sa se faca bine. Va multumesc anticipat.

(As face crosspost si in celalalt sub dar am zis "F" unei persoane care a zis odata cuvantul cu ț, si cam asta mi-a fost soarta.)

I want to become pregnant at somepoint in the next two years but the thought of low blood sugars terrifies me. What's worse is, I have to work (!!!) while having a BG of... 70 to 100? Horrifying already. My HbA1c is 8 and this kind of stuff keeps me up at night. I don't know how you ladies do it.

One thing that really really really bothers me, to the point I get nauseous when thinking of it, is that I don't know about others' CGMs, but mine might be off by 10-30 at any given time. I never thought this was something truly to be concerned about, but it seems like every day now I'm visualising myself driving to work, 1st trimester, CGM says I'm at 80, in reality I'm at 40, and I end up dying. I don't mean to sound extreme or like I'm exaggerating, I am genuinely terrified of this and sometimes when I talk about pregnancy with my partner and remember this specific thing I get teary eyed from fear.

How do diabetic mamas handle this? can you calm my fears down a bit? is there a secret? how are all of you not just passing out while pregnant and also working?

I married my soulmate, the love of my life and the light of my eyes 3,5 years ago. Unfortunately, he died shortly after our wedding due to an illness, in my arms and while holding his parents' hands. Suffice to say this was traumatic for everyone involved, everyone in his family tattooed his name on their wrist (I have a marriage tattoo, so not a name but a date tied to him, which is why I didn't do it), and the whole after-death, mourning, etc. period we bonded very deeply over his memory.

For context (this is relevant), I am from country A. My late husband was from country B. I lived with him in country C, and since then I've moved and now live in country D.

As my husband was dying, we both moved from C to B, so that burial and everything else would be easier. I then stayed with my inlaws for a while, moved back to C, sold the apartment I owned there shortly after and moved to D. I am thus now stranded, in a way, between my family (all in A) and my in laws family (all in B ). I travel ~2 times a year to spend time with inlaws in B, maybe once a year to spend time with my own fam in A, and maybe once a year my entire blood family comes to D to spend time with me. It's an expensive and exhausting arrangement but it works in maintaining both bonds. It also means that when I am in B, I am now for all intents and purposes treated by inlaws, and the entire rest of my late husband's family, like I am their child: I live with them, travel with them around the country, eat with them, play video games together with my "siblings" in law, I am on the walls of their house in holiday photos and spend time with my late husband's cousins and now, these are basically my family too, my mom dad grandparents cousins etc. They're just as mom and dad as my own mom and dad are.

And here comes the hard question: I'm in my late 20s. After my hubby died, I did date now and then, with eventually hoping for marriage and kids, but nothing seemed to work, fellow widows know what that's like. And then... I met this guy. And he has been, well, not like my late husband, but you know how sometimes you meet someone and they are YOUR person? And you just know? In a different way, this man is as much a soulmate now as my husband was. And he is very chill with me going to inlaws, mentioning a memory of something I did with my late husband on occasion, having a picture of him in my bedroom, etc. He is caring, loving, understanding and patient, everything a young widow could ask for... and things are moving fast.

Which is the problem.

Thus far, I never mentioned any relationships to my inlaws. They are aware, I am certain, that I do date, have sex, etc. but they don't ask, and I don't talk, about anything or anyone other than my late husband while in country B. I don't feel like that's respectful to change that, buuuuuut - well, I want to move in with this guy. And I want to stop saying I'm going on 'solo trips' when I'm actually going on trips with this guy. And I love him, a lot, and we are already talking marriage, and children.

And I have to tell them that this man now exists in my life, and here I am, in my inlaws' toilet, writing this out at 2am to ask Reddit for advice. With 2 days left before I go back to country D and don't come back here to B until... God knows. Maybe Christmas?

I have to tell them, and I want to do it in person while I am here, but I don't know how. I don't want it to seem ostentatious - there is pictures of me and late husband, together, hugging, on holidays, EVERYWHERE in the house, and announcing a new man in my life out of the blue might seem like I'm bragging or something. I'm not. I also don't want it to seem like I'm leaving them aside - I'm not. They are MY mom and dad in law, my gran gran and gram gram in law, my little brother and sister in law, and this will change nothing. Even after I get married. Even if I have children. They remain family to me and kin.

But how do I even start this conversation? Because they won't ask. And I don't know how to mention it, in a way that we never speak about it again, in a way that respects and shows that my late husband is STILL my soulmate, still the light of my eyes - he's just not the only one, anymore.

I'm scared out of my mind that this will make me lose them.

EDIT: I DID IT

I talked only to my mother in law, because I was a bit afraid to talk to them both, and I kept putting it off until literally the last second before we went to bed but, I did it.

I told her that this guy is the first serious relationship I've had since hubby passed away, that it's quite a new thing (I was afraid to tell her it's been a long time - I can come clean about this small lie later on, if he becomes more than boyfriend) but that I've known him for a longer while because we're in the same friend group, and to my surprise, she asked me to tell her more about him! She cut me off at some point then and told me she is very happy for me, but she only wants one thing from me: to stay in touch with them, and to not push them aside, and to that I told her I had been freaking out the whole time while in country B about how to tell her, and she said its silly, even seemed to get a bit cross at me that I could ever be afraid to tell her because we are family, and I told her to me she is mom as much as my own mom is mom, so I was afraid to lose her and lose that, and anyway we hugged and she is very happy for me and we bonded over how we were both afraid that this moment would distance me from them, but I reassured her that literally nothing will change between us, and I am as much her daughter now as I will always be.

So yeah: turns out, y'all were right, I freaked out over nothing much, and while I am uncertain as to when, or if, rest of family will find out, since she is the one I am closest with and she also knows her children and husband best, I trust that she'll mention it to them when she thinks that the time is right. At the same time I told my boyfriend, and he is very happy that it all went well, and congratulated me for it : D I did chicken out on telling her the full truth, how long we've been together, and stuff like that, as well as to have a full "we need to sit down" talk with father in law, but all in all, I think this is as ok as it will get, and I am reassured that even if he doesn't take it as well, mom (in law?) is in my corner and she is happy for me.

Extra detail that entirely blew me away: the guys who said to mention to her that husband did tell me to remarry were more spot on the money than they thought. Turns out, not only did he have this conversation with me, he ALSO had this conversation with them, so she said she is ok with it especially because late hubby told her that this is what he wants. I do feel a bit uneasy at the thought of how this might have went had he not, but once again from beyond the grave and 3 years ago he protected his wife and made sure I am safe and accepted by his family, which. Guys. At 24, while dying. I cannot put into words how much I love this man. I would die for him to get even another hour of life. Until his last day he thought of me and loved me. How blessed are we that we get to have experienced a man such as him into our lives.

I dunno how all of the guys who wanted an update will get it but uh... here you go? lol

I married my soulmate, the love of my life and the light of my eyes 3,5 years ago. Unfortunately, he died shortly after our wedding due to an illness, in my arms and while holding his parents' hands. Suffice to say this was traumatic for everyone involved, everyone in his family tattooed his name on their wrist (I have a marriage tattoo, so not a name but a date tied to him, which is why I didn't do it), and the whole after-death, mourning, etc. period we bonded over it even deeper.

For context, I am from country A. My late husband was from country B. I lived with him in country C, and since then I've moved and now live in country D.

As my husband was dying, we both moved from C to B, so that burial and everything else would be easier. I then stayed with my inlaws for a while, moved back to C, sold the apartment I owned there shortly after and moved to D. I am thus stranded, in a way, between my family (all in A) and my in laws family (all in B ). I travel maybe 2 times a year to spend time with inlaws in B, maybe once a year to spend time with my own fam in A, and maybe once a year my entire family comes to D to spend time with me. It's an expensive and exhausting arrangement but it works in maintaining both bonds. It also means that when I am in B, I am now for all intents and purposes treated by inlaws like their child: I live with them, travel with them, eat with them, play video games together, I am on the walls of their house and spend time with my late husband's cousins and now, these are basically my family too, my mom dad grandparents cousins etc. They're just as mom and dad as my own mom and dad are.

And here comes the hard question: I'm in my late 20s. After my hubby died, I did date now and then, with eventually hoping for marriage and kids, but nothing seemed to work, fellow widowers know what that's like. And then... I met this guy. And he has been, well, not like my late husband, but you know how sometimes you meet someone and they are YOUR person? And you just know? In a different way, this man is as much a soulmate now as my husband was. And he is very chill with me going to inlaws, mentioning my late husband, having a picture of him and me together in my bedroom, etc. He is everything a young widow could ask for... and things are moving fast.

Which is the problem.

Thus far, I never mentioned any relationships to my inlaws. They are aware, I am certain, that I do date, have sex, etc. but they don't ask, and I don't talk, about anything or anyone other than my late husband while in country B. I don't feel like that's respectful to change that, buuuuuut - well, I want to move in with this guy. And I want to stop saying I'm going on 'solo trips' when I'm actually going on trips with this guy. And I love him, a lot, and we are already talking marriage, and children.

And I have to tell them that this man now exists in my life, and here I am, in my inlaws' toilet, writing this out at 2am. With 2 days left before I go back to country D and don't come back here to B until... God knows. Maybe Christmas?

I have to tell them, but I don't know how. I don't want it to seem ostentatious - there is pictures of me and late husband, together, hugging, on holidays, EVERYWHERE in the house, and announcing a new man in my life out of the blue might seem like I'm bragging or something. I'm not. I also don't want it to seem like I'm leaving them aside - I'm not. They are MY mom and dad in law, my gran gran and gram gram in law, my little brother and sister in law, and this will change nothing.

But how do I even start this conversation? Because they won't ask. And I don't know how to mention it, in a way that we never speak about it again, in a way that respects and shows that my late husband is STILL my soulmate, still the light of my eyes - he's just not the only one, anymore.

I'm scared out of my mind that this will make me lose them, and I'd rather lie until the day before my wedding and keep our little family bond for as long as I can, than lose them. Ixm just hoping there is a better way.

I'm in a hostel as a solo traveller in a foreign country (Czechia), no fucking way am I going to ER. It will probably be fine, I took a big shot of insulin, but I'm trembling from how scared I am. Do you have any stories or fun facts or anything that distracts you when you are a scared diabetic?