Moments after shaking my finger at my dad for buying No. 1 a pair of Heelys, he said, "And I bought something for you, too." Insert foot into mouth. (And if I hear one more time "They are not dangerous" I think I'll blow.)

"Really? Me? Wow!" I said without even knowing what it was.

Dad started to pull something out of his pocket as I came around the couch to be closer to him. It was an iPhone and I lit up!

He explained how he and Mom were upgrading and that I was getting an old one (I think!), but I couldn't have it now because the SIM card wouldn't go in.

We chatted a bit about cell phones and my new (local!) cell number and what to do with my old phone, etc.

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The recession has finally caught up to my employer, who has painstakingly tried to shield us from it as much as possible. However, next month may bring a restructuring that may include layoffs. No one knows yet who may or may not be on the chopping block.
 

I’ve been unemployed before and it sucks. And I don’t want to do it again. But then, I didn’t have diabetes. Then, I didn’t rely on an insulin pump to stay healthy. Now, I think being unemployed would be a much worse situation.
 

When I heard the news about what may happen next month my first thoughts were about how we would continue to pay the two mortgages (no, the house in Missouri hasn’t sold yet!), buy groceries and continue to provide the basics for our family without losing our minds. The thoughts of how I would continue to pay for my health care needs were delayed, strangely.
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It came out of nowhere, but I think most sickness does. You know when something wakes you up in the middle of the night it's bad.

Last Tuesday morning I woke up at 2:45 a.m. with lower abdominal cramps. Actually, more like pressure. I even think I was dreaming about it, which you know means business. It's interesting to me how we can almost instinctually know what to do in certain situations -- even when we're in a deep sleep.

I spent about 15 minutes in the bathroom dealing with the pressure and another Big D. I really thought it was just a fluke, thought maybe something I ate for dinner hadn't set right with me. Though, even in my 3 a.m. stupor I thought about how a "fluke" had likely never woken me up in the middle of the night.

Repeat at 4:30 a.m.

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“I’m going to lunch now if you want to join me,” A said as she walked passed my cube.
 

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I said. Fridays during the summer are “early release” here and we were going to happy hour when we got off, so eating lunch early was in my plan for today.
 

Although I typically don’t eat cereal because I haven’t figured out how to correctly bolus for it, it was the only thing that sounded good this morning. Which I of course paid for with a 323 mg/dL post prandial, which was roughly an hourish before A and I headed off to lunch. (Looking back, it must have been more like 90 minutes or so.) 
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It was a conscious decision to not walk this morning. A decision made way before my alarm went off at 5 a.m. I felt guilty as soon as I made it, but I had good reason.
 

Yesterday, I worked from home and was really plowing through my to-do list. I was having a great day. I took No. 1 to the orthodontist after putting lasagna in the oven and giving The Mr. instructions for what to do if I wasn’t back before the timer went off. When I got home, I think everything caught up with me. Or something like that.
 

I laid down on the couch and watched the kids play-wrestle with The Mr. I started feeling myself drift off and feeling my stomach turning. My face felt flush and hot. I asked The Mr. to get the lasagna out when the timer went off. I laid there, almost incapacitated. I drifted way off only to be jerked awake by one of the kids playing.
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When you think about the weather in Phoenix what's one of the first phrases that comes to your mind? C'mon, I know you know it. Yep, "It's a dry heat."

Well, that's definitely true. It's quite dry here. I can feel fine just before leaving the house for my walk and within the first two minutes I feel absolutely parched.

So, while it's dry, it's still hot. Really hot. I'm amazed at the number of people I see exercising outside in the middle of the day. All I can think is how crazy they are! This is yet another reason why I walk in the early morning; I'm out the door before 5:45 a.m., preferably by 5:35 a.m., but some mornings require a few more minutes to get my tired butt out of bed.

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