I thought carefully about what I would wear today, and reconsidered several times. I applied my makeup with an eye toward the wow factor. I wasn't trying to show off, I just feel incredibly good today and wanted to reflect that outwardly.

Truthfully, I couldn't wait to get to my appointment with my endo. Truthfully, I've been waiting for this for some time. Truthfully, if I were still on Byetta I think I would have dreaded this day. Truthfully, with a solid month or so of excellent blood sugars thanks to Novolog and a fairly decent walking schedule, I was proud to report to my endo about how well I believe I'm doing. (READ MORE)

I made a note on my calendar to call Dr. S today about the bloodwork I had done last week. His nurse told me it may be a week or two before I got results and that I could call any time to see if they were in.

I got impatient (go figure!) and called yesterday. After going through automated phone Hell, I got to the voice mail of the nurse. Her mailbox said feel free to leave a message, but be aware that it may take me 72 hours to get back to you. *sigh*

So I left a message fully expecting NOT to hear from her any time soon. I considered calling again today, but even though I'm impatient I'm not a pest. Well, maybe sometimes.

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Last week when I emailed my human resources rep about how to interpret the information I got from customer service about what is covered in regard to an insulin pump, the last thing I expected to hear was that as of Jan. 1 we'd have a new insurance company.

I really didn't think much of the insurance switch at the time. In fact, I never really have had such a vested interest in my insurance company until now. The biggest obstacle I saw when S. told me of the switch was that I might not get the same deal on an insulin pump as the customer service guy told me I could get. (READ MORE)

Twice this week I've literally said "Oh crap! That's this week? Once was for a birthday party for No. 1 and once was the realization that my next endo appointment is Tuesday.

I'm feeling rather confident going into this appointment. OK, actually I think I'm being a little too cocky. I sort of feel like my A1C is going to be the most amazing drop from a 9 that anyone has ever seen just because I've started walking more and the Novolog is really, really helping my numbers. And I know this because I'm actually testing more than once or twice a day. I need to sort of bring myself down to size, but I really doubt that will happen until I get the results of my A1C test.

In the time that I saw Dr. C last, I have started and stopped Byetta, developed terrible TERRIBLE seasonal allergies that a steroid shot didn't even touch, started nasal allergy medicines, found myself walking at least five days a week, and rather enjoying the control I seem to have taking Novolog. (READ MORE)

**I hate that almost every holiday has turned into a candy holiday. For several years now I have drastically cut down on the amount of candy I give the kids for Easter (along with other holidays). This year, I went shopping for presents and Easter basket goodies on Saturday, which depending on how you think about it was either a great idea or a terrible idea. There were not many choices left in the candy aisle, and about 20 of us standing around looking at reject candy. Being limited, though, was great. Each kid got about six of those tiny chocolate eggs, and about six plastic eggs that had a handful of Skittles or jelly beans in them. I was pretty proud of that. And then on Easter we went to a friend's house. There was an egg hunt. And Uh. Mah. Gawd. did they make out with some serious loot. I emptied all the eggs last night into our community stash of candy where we have Halloween, Christmas and Valentine's Day leftovers. The bucket is overflowing now. Grrr. (READ MORE)

The combination of applying a new insulin pod and watching the nineteenth century framed classic, “Sense and Sensibility”, left me in a peculiar state of English tongued thought:

Can the trials bestowed by diabetes ever leave a notion of temporary withdraw from its present course, lest we imagine the worst? At what point would one reprieve to dwindle its preoccupation? And namely- how the heck do you take a break from diabetes!?

Not seeing the doc for most of the year is a start. (READ MORE)