This morning was the first in the roughly two weeks that we've been in our new house that I actually had time to sit down at the kitchen table to eat a bowl of oatmeal instead of quickly slapping some cream cheese on a bagel and scarfing it down in the car during my one-hour commute. Let me tell you, bolusing while driving is not easy.

In fact, it's so not easy that I had quit taking Symlin. Well, I take that back, I quit a long time before I started my eating-while-driving routine. It was sort of an accident, but not one that I hadn't done several times before. During our transition from Missouri to Arizona, the kids and I lived with my parents for a little over a month. Dad loves to cook for us, but doesn't eat carbs. Neither does Mom, really. I, however, am a carb craver. Not to mention that in order to take Symlin I have to eat at least 30 grams of carbs at once. That wasn't often happening, so I gradually stopped taking Symlin at dinner time. And then it turned into not taking it at lunch either for no other reason than I didn't want to.

Once we moved into the house, I also had trouble fitting Symlin into my life when I really didn't have a routine. Furthermore (yes, there's more!!) I was getting accostomed to not visiting the facilities as often. It was nice to not have all the energy wiped out of me from constant trips to the bathroom. And then, I had gotten to the point where I just wasn't taking Symlin at all; I stared at the unopened yellow boxes nearly every time I opened the refrigerator. They weren't begging me to be used (although I continued to think about how I had already paid for three months worth!).

So this morning when I sat down at the table, after I had taken the Metformin and before I bolused for the oatmeal, I briefly considered starting back on Symlin today. Thinking that most of the chaos of moving had died down, the chaos of starting a new job had died down, we

were starting to see some sort of normal and that I would have the brain power to devote to something "new."

But I had started taking Symlin mostly as a weight loss and appetite suppressant tool. It definitely killed most of my appetite, but did nothing for the weight loss part (neither did I, frankly, because I continue to eat even when I'm not hungry). Although I haven't taken the drug in several weeks, my appetite has stayed mostly at bay.

I am now at a crossroads, though, about whether to take my chances with the choice to start again or leave it behind for good.