Last week I posted about my Insurance company giving me a scare about approving my insulin pump supplies.

Well, using a Minimed insulin pump in Southern California has its advantages since their products are shipped out of Northridge which is about 30 minutes from my house. Almost in my backyard! So my order which was sent via UPS 3-day select arrived at the Simmons house the very next day!

This made my stress level drop tremendously which we all know is good for the diabetes.

So that covers the first part of this post title. Now to the blogging.

I mentioned this insurance situation on my personal blog, where I often rant about my ups and downs with diabetes, and the coolest thing happened.

Several readers offered to send me supplies to tide me over until the referral was received by Minimed! I was so touched by that. In fact, what really threw me was someone who has never commented before and whom I did not know offered infusion sets, reservoirs, and anything else she had to help me out.

I read the comments and emails over and over through tears at times. Feeling alone is all too familiar to me when it comes to this disease. For so long I felt like I was on my own. Like there was no way to connect with other Type 1's like myself. And now there is this online support team for me. They inspire me, encourage me, and often challenge me to get my act in gear!

That feeling of loneliness is no more for me and I hope you too find something you connect with if you are struggling with that feeling.

And now the last part of the title.

The other night I was clipping my toe nails. I am not sure why I hate doing this so much but I do. If I was not so extremely ticklish I would pay someone to do it for me but if anyone touches my foot the wrong way they will end up getting scissor kicked in the forehead.

Anyhow, when I was all said and done I walked out of the bathroom and when I was about to shut the light off, I noticed blood all over the floor.

I quickly looked down at my foot and the "piggy that went to market" was covered in blood. It looked awful! I opened up the cupboard and grabbed some gauze and other stuff to clean my foot with. When I wiped it off I saw this terrible looking cut in the corner of my toe and I freaked out.

I did not feel a thing. How did I cut myself and not feel that? I hate neuropathy.

Like a good person with diabetes, I have been keeping an eye on it and cleaning it regularly. All is well with the piggy but my obsession with checking my feet and worrying about them has worsened.

Being paranoid about my feet is probably not the worst thing in the world but I stare at them constantly and I think I pulled something on my side trying to have a look at the bottom of the "one that had none."

Note to self: Join yoga again.