Last February, I broke my foot from falling improperly while indoor climbing. It was traumatic because it was early in my climbing experience and because it was the first time I'd ever broken a bone. It took me four months to completely heal, and shortly after recovery, I began to slowly work out again. But … Continue reading Learning to Fall
Recently, I had my first diabetes-related emotional breakdown. It was surprising to me even in the moment because I never thought that diabetes would break me—at least emotionally. I had been struggling for over a month with my pump and CGM supplier, with hours-long holds, unhelpful calls, and overall seeming unwillingness on their part to … Continue reading I am greater than my highs and lows.
It's no secret--shame is a pillar of Asian culture. One of the consequences of that is we don't talk about issues. We don't air out our dirty laundry (which is a particularly funny saying in this case because the OG Asians will always only air dry their laundry for the sake of frugality) because we … Continue reading Having Shame and Diabetes
I like to believe that I have accomplished a good amount in my lifetime, particularly over the past two years. But I was never truly proud of myself until this week. I finally went to my endocrinologist because I was overdue for a visit. The nurse did all the usual things--ask the standard questions, check … Continue reading Becoming Healthier
"Are you crazy?" Yes, I am a little bit crazy, but I think we all knew that already. Signing up for half marathons was an idea; signing up for 10 half marathons was a mentality: go big or go home. Yes, I could have done two or three... But there was a 10-pack … Continue reading Running Thoughts
I used to tell people, "I am diabetic" or "I am a diabetic" and I never liked saying that because it wasn't something that people reacted positively to, or it wasn't something that everybody understood. Previously, I wrote about my first taste of empowerment, when I (finally) learned in middle school to give myself injections. … Continue reading Talking about T1D
The first time I ever felt empowered was the second day of sixth grade. On the first day, my mom had taken her morning off work to drive me to school, from Chinatown to Northridge, in order to give me my insulin injections for breakfast and lunch, and to make sure the school nurse knew … Continue reading Taste of Empowerment
Days of My Life 