Having decided to revamp my skincare regiment, I headed to the mall today to purchase some things from Lush and the Lancome counter.  I spent too much, but I've got these mysterious little bumps coming up on my left cheek that appear to be blocked pores and I want to be rid of them.  Using a great face mask, sea salt exfoliant, cream cleanser and a clarifying toner.  I already have the greatest moisturizer.  So I'm hoping I'll get rid of the bumps.

Of course, this is all beside the point.  I was at the mall.  That's where I was.

And in Lush, that's where I saw her.  A teenage girl, very pretty.  She was standing at the side of the counter, doing her best to be quietly invisible, as her friends shopped about.  I saw her though, hands working quickly, a meter in them.  She crinkled her nose as the result came up and a friend of hers called out "Hey, you OK, Carly?"  

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I left work early today.  I never ever do that. 

But 3 hours into my day, I felt just plain awful.  Headachey, exhausted awful.  I was running a temperature too - right around 100 degrees - which is even higher for me than a normal person because my temp typically runs in the high 96s/low 97s.  So I left work and came home.  And I went to bed at noon.  I slept for 11 hours.  I can't remember the last time I did that. 

Now, I'm awake, but I don't think for long.  I'm exhausted still and heading back to bed in a short while.  

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Today, the first Friday of February, is national "Wear Red" day in honor (or observance) of Women's Heart Health Awareness, as spearheaded by the "Go Red for Women" campaign. So of course I will be wearing red to work and I've been handing out Red Dress pins.

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I was talking with my mom last night.  A nice conversation, really.  We had spent a fun day on Saturday with Curtis' mom and we were chatting about how much fun it was.  She mentioned that she thought I was looking a little too thin and asked what I've been eating.  Not one to lie to my mom, I said, I guess not all that much, I'm not a big eater.  That's the truth, my calorie consumption these days usually stays under 1,200 or so.  I eat well, fruit, veggies, lean protein, some rice.  But I'm just not that hungry most of the time, and I don't eat if I'm not hungry. 

Anyway, I told my mother "don't worry, I'm OK..." 

Her return was, "You're still mine, you belong to me, you're my little girl."  

She was quick to amend part of the statement, "Well, you don't really belong to me, I guess."  

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Finding a new endocrinologist has proven to be quite interesting. First, my insurance apparently doesn't have a whole lot of options in my area (or maybe my area doesn't have a whole lot of options in general), especially in the female category. I had about 4 choices, one of which I'm currently seeing.

If you hadn't heard, I decided to change my endo because of a recent mess up regarding my test strip prescription that has me scrambling for more strips to last three months. This was the straw that broke the camel's back after two appointments with her that just didn't go as I'd like. She is a competent doctor, but she isn't the kind of doctor that I'm looking for.

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Begin rant. 

So, um, my CGM is typically a very cool tool.  And I like it.  Not enough to wear it for more than three weeks at a time, but still an awful lot.   But damned if it isn't a bitch for me to put in without getting gushing bleeders and damned if it hasn't become a bitch for me to keep it in.  

I'm sure it has something to do with my activity level.  I work out at least 3 days a week, sometimes more often.  Many times, one of those work outs involves boxing.  Three times now, I have dislodged a site during a work out. 

Once, my stumbly feet after a round of leg presses landed the site up against the weight machine, scraping the site just right and pulling it completely out.  There was blood.  It was enormously painful.  

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