I Can Do This!
I’m not a professional blogger – well, that’s fairly obvious…
I’m not going to blog every day and for that, I’m sure you’re grateful.
Back when I started blogging I’d do the November blog every day thing and usually regret it within 3 days. But still, once a month? I’ll try to do better!
I’m so far behind on reading blogs – it’s pathetic. There are over 700 blogs unread on my FEEDLY thing. I’m playing catch up tonight – and listening to Chris and her husband, Ryan, while reading and now typing.
I have a new Animas Ping Pump. I stuck with the familiar and so far, so good.
My diabetes has not been “well controlled” recently. But it’s been interesting. Who the he** knows what’s going on? It’s annoying. I scream a lot – and to be honest, sometimes I cry. If I’m not low, I’m high – seems like I’m having a tougher time finding that happy d-medium. It feels better when I read that others are just as frustrated as I am.
Animas – it took almost a month to get the new pump stuff done – sent – etc… It shouldn’t be that difficult. We don’t have a local Animas rep anymore and that makes it even more difficult. It didn’t seem like they (Animas) were all that anxious to have me as a paying (Insurance) customer. And my endo’s office was not happy with the repeated requests for the same info more than once.
Spring has sprung – but not here. Although, some of my daffodils that I planted last fall are at least an inch or so out of the ground. They got snowed on last night. Sigh…
Karen (the cute lady with the new hair-do) - over at Bitter-Sweet – reminded us that it’s almost D-Blog Week. Already?
We are going to head to Nags Head, NC at the end of the month. I need to see flowers and green, and feel warm. The sand and the ocean will help. Anything that’s blooming will make me feel so, so much better.
Friends have loaned us The Sopranos – I have to shut my eyes for the bloody parts and the Bada Bing girls and their b**bs annoy me but – it’s fun to watch. And then I’ll watch the Duggars. Another sigh… Two very opposite extremes.
The QUIT SMOKING thing has lasted six months. Yay for me! It wasn’t/hasn’t been terrible but, it’s still annoying. And yes, I have gained weight – which is really annoying.
I am sooooo ready for spring! Are we there yet?
I’ve been having massive high bgs for the last couple of days – and a couple of low bgs just to make life interesting. And, they make me feel like I know nothing but, I’m not going to worry about it.
I’ve said this before, and I’m going to say it now, and I’ll probably say it again, and maybe even again.
Thanks to those people who write about their own diabetes and/or their kids’ diabetes…
I don’t have guilt for the highs – or – the lows. Sometimes I can pinpoint a high, sometimes I can’t.
The highs might be the result of a steroid thing that I’m using for post nasal drip (ick, not something I ever thought I would have, let alone write about). After 4 days of squirting that stuff into my head, it seems to have solved the problem and I should be able to stop using it soon. The lows – who knows? It just might be the over-correcting I’m doing from the highs and so, I go low.
It’s such a mystery and I’ve decided to just go with the flow. Drink the juice or take the insulin – whatever is required.
I’m reading Kerri’s book, enjoying it, smiling and feeling like she’s sitting across the table from me just chatting away. I bought an extra copy for a local mom with a “d” daughter. She doesn’t spend a lot of time online – two kids, job, husband, life – keeps her busy. I hope she’ll make time to read Kerri’s thoughts (and those of everyone else who contributed to her book!).
And – tonight’s site change. And this one was just like the Maxwell House Coffee Ad – “Good to the Last Drop.”
Some back story first.
My Ping is being a pain at times – nah, not the insert part. It’s the communication part. It’s not its fault. (wow – weird using it’s and its in one sentence). Ok, back to the story.
My Ping’s four years was up the first week of December. I had called well before that trying to get it set up to go ahead and order a new one before my warranty was done. BUT…
My insurance, which I won’t name but it rhymes with “bigna,” apparently doesn’t worry that a pump might be old and so, if using that insurance, you can’t get a new pump until your pump dies. (Reminds me of traffic stuff where everyone knows a signal light is needed but there haven’t been enough accidents to warrant installing a traffic light). Ok, back to the story, again.
This has happened…
Huge meal – I’ve been looking forward to bolusing an unreal amount of insulin to cover a disgusting amount of carbs. Do the combo thing – set it up – push the buttons and… The meter says, “Bolus canceled. Check pump.”
Small meal. Very little insulin. Sitting with friends at work. Beeping and cancelling and, damn this is annoying.
And this has happened…
“Unable to find pump.” “Move pump closer.” Excuse me? The pump is hanging on my jeans and the meter is in my hand. How much closer do you want?
I know these things happen but this was more than once a week. In fact one day I had several of “I can’t find the pump, stupid.”
So I called Animas last Friday. Went through the trouble-shooting stuff. Even had to remove that piece of peelable plastic on the screen. (I have no clue why that would matter…)
Anyway – “Oh, we’ll need to start the process to replace your pump.” “We are going to send you a replacement pump as yours doesn’t seem to be working properly.” “Someone will call you tomorrow to start the paperwork for the replacement pump.”
No one called.
So I called – and got the paperwork started.
And today, a box from Animas was in my mailbox. It’s empty. Did they forget to put the loaner pump in the box?
So I called.
I have truly appreciated my Animas Pump for the last 4+ years. I’ve appreciated the tech support. I like my pump.
But, I’m frustrated. The paper work? Signed, scanned, emailed – no one had seen it.
The salesperson is a new father of his first child. I get that but. Someone should have contacted me.
The empty box? That’s so I can send them my current pump. So I asked, “What? You want me to die?”
The other salesperson says, “We’ll get that loaner to you tomorrow.” I don’t think so. We have more snow and ice arriving tonight and even though this is not Atlanta, it can be tough. (As an aside – we got 11.5 inches of snow on Tuesday afternoon and night. No schools were closed or delayed.)
I’m somewhat frustrated and threatened to go to a t-slim. The salesperson was calm but…
“Your pump’s not working correctly.” But I still don’t have a loaner??? After a week???
You might have seen my gleeful post on FB this morning about inserting the Dexcom on my arm all by myself. I was soooo excited. Really!
Two hours later – it did the hourglass thing.
A few minutes later it buzzed and I got all set to test and enter my two numbers.
But – it said, “Sensor Failed.”
I went home and got another one and got it inserted (with help). Actually, I got two so I’ll have a spare. Just have to keep an eye on the expiration date.
Then, I drove all the way over to the hospital for an appointment that I’d rescheduled on a snow day earlier this month because, yes, there are times that we are not able to get out of our driveway and/or road. Well (just call me Alexander…), whoever did the reschedule, never rescheduled it. I had no appointment.
Wait – it gets worse. The “check engine” light came on as I was driving back to work. It’s not blinking so I didn’t have to stop but gee whiz. The mechanic had done a “hope this fixes it, quick fix.” Nope, gonna have to pay for the fix it for real fix.
Oh – and “Alexander?” – One of my kids’ favorite books and mine…
Going to the dentist is one of those things that we “gotta do.”
As my dentist said today, he really has never heard anyone say, “Oh boy, I have a dentist appointment.”
And we all know that I have never, ever said that.
As a child I worked myself into a frenzy when I had to see a dentist. As an Army Brat, you need to understand that I saw many new dentists throughout my childhood. Many of them were fresh out of dental school dentists. It was never a fun experience.
I survived today with the help of modern pharmaceuticals taken before I left the house. And it helped.
I have a new temporary crown and all is good.
And for those of you who really don’t mind having dental work done, I envy you.
Fun part today was watching a squirrel running back and forth from under a bird feeder to a stump. Back and forth he ran for the entire time I sat in the chair. (Ok – just when I was actually sitting up and could see out the window as opposed to being flat out prone on the chair and just counting the holes in the ceiling tiles…) Which was a long time. And there was a beautiful blue jay on the feeder but he was only able to pick at the stuff that had fallen to the ground/snow as it was a smallish feeder.
And yup – still doing okay with the smoking quit – just over 100 days. Yay, me! (I shoulda done it a long time ago…)
I can’t eat out for breakfast. I know this. I did it anyway this morning.
Someone else cooked it. Someone else cleaned it up. It was delicious! It was carby! I took a ton of insulin (not enough…). I continued to take more insulin all afternoon! (We ate the b’fast at noon.)
My TDD – Total Daily Dose – for the past week is ridiculous.
My holiday denial of diabetes is over. Back to real eating. Back to the treadmill.
Happy – Happy New Year to You!
PS – Tomorrow’s weather promises a ton of snow. Shoveling will be good for me!
So, I quit smoking – three months ago.
I’m quite pleased with myself.
I’m quite annoyed with myself.
Pleased because I finally did it.
Annoyed because I didn’t do it a long time ago when I should have.
Back when I started smoking, it was cool (my high school had a senior smoking area) – it was cheap (21 cents a pack – yes, it was a long time ago) – it wasn’t a big deal (grocery stores had ashtrays at the end of each aisle) - even non-smoking friends (and there weren’t many of those) had ashtrays in their homes.
I used the patches. They worked for the most part – actually they worked well. In fact, I quit using them several weeks early. I changed some habits so that I could avoid some triggers. And just tried to stay determined.
And so far, I’ve stayed quit.
And I plan to stay quitted.
So, tomorrow is WDD. World Diabetes Day. November 14th. The birthdate of Dr. Frederick Banting in 1891.
I can’t imagine the ability to discover insulin. I’m always awed by those who have made the amazing medical discoveries that keep us all alive.
My grandfather died of pneumonia – before there was penicillin.
Just think – without insulin, most of us d-people wouldn’t be around.
And so tomorrow, I will think of the Doctors Banting and Best. And be grateful they were stubborn men who didn’t give up.
In recognition, I sent out some postcards. Lee Ann is always encouraging us to be artsy. I don’t have a creative bone in my body but – I still had fun.
So I mailed my postcards (truth – I didn’t – my husband mailed them for me) on Tuesday. And because they come out of my computer (magic!) (there are no crayons, no colored pencils, no markers in this house…) (I felt very fortunate that my printer didn’t run out of ink as the nearest place to get ink is 40 minutes down the interstate), I even sent out a few extras. I only knew one name on the list – WHAT?! – I don’t know everyone??? Hi Sue! (Go visit her blog!)
I also now have a new friend on FB. Hi Helen in Montana!
I did a Diabetes Word Search!
I get the best, very best! blogging ideas while I’m in the car. And then promptly lose my whole train of thought once I’m out of the car. I don’t have a smart phone so, can’t dictate it and besides, even though I think it’s a brilliant blog thought, it probably isn’t.
I do remember that I had a jumble of numbers floating in my head as I drove home the other day. I’ve been having more lows – nothing drastic (well, except for one) – at the end of the workday for a couple of weeks. It’s quite annoying as I’m ready to pack it in and head home when Dexcom beeps and says I’m just below 80. The first couple of times, I spoke firmly to that Dexcom and said, “No I’m not!” Only to test and find out – “Yes, I am.” I have a small basket in my office with some regular Pepsi (small cans), a couple of juice boxes and some crackers. So – I resign myself to sitting there and munching/slurping until I feel/test it’s safe for me to drive.
So as I drove home the other afternoon, I tossed numbers around trying to figure out what the heck is going on. I’m still clueless but I’ve decided to fix/change my lunch bolus this week to see if that makes a difference. I eat practically the same thing every day for lunch and so – it’s not like my eating habits have changed. I’m not jogging around the parking lot so my exercise level is about the same as always. Who knows?
The 46 an hour after I got to work on Thursday? Now that one did bother me…