It's Too Bad Kerri's Not Here To See This

Anyone else happen to notice who's on the Yahoo! homepage?

Makes me think of the OC every time.

I am NOT a Doctor

Well there ya have it folks. In case there was any doubt, I am officially out of the closet: I am NOT a doctor (yet at least). And that was a fact I was reminded of today.

I was talking to an idiot person today. And while yesterday you had the unique opportunity to go into my thoughts, I promised return visits another boring entry, and here you have it. Today you have a unique opportunity to listen in on a conversation I had. And while many PWDs have shared my thoughts, unfortunately, many PWDs have also shared a conversation along these lines.

Apparently Non-Idiot Other Person: "My friend has type 1 and doesn't have to take insulin."
Me: "Your friend must not have type 1 then."
ANIOP: "Yeah he does. The insulin made him sick. So he stopped and went on a diet"
Me: "Your friend has type 2 otherwise he would be dead."
ANIOP: "Nope, been doing it for 5 years."
Me: "There is no way your friend has type 1 diabetes"
ANIOP: "How would you know?!?"
Me: "Insulin is vital to life. In type 1 diabetes the pancreas ceases making insulin, therefore injected insulin is necessary for life."
ANIOP: "I know that"
Me: "Then what's your reasoning to how said friend can survive?"
ANIOP: "His doctor said he could"
Me: "Right..."
ANIOP: "Well he went to school and you didn't. You're NOT a doctor!"

Well there you have it folks. I'm not a doctor, apparently I just know more than some doctors. Either that, or this person just understood what the doctor said as well as he understood what I said.

Legal Disclaimer: I'm not a doctor, I just play one online.

Diabetes Thoughts

A unique view into my head at the moment. A scary place, but one I will let you visit none the less. If you have diabetes (which I think most of you who read this do), this may not be so unique. In which case, come along for an exceedingly boring visit.

Is it too soon to change my reservoir when it says I have 1.8 units left and it has been alarming for the last 10 hours or so?

How does one count carbs when one has been munching on and off for the last half hour on those yummy honey barbecue pretzel bites?

How long has this site been in? I can't remember, so we'll say I put it in yesterday.

Am I high or thirsty? We won't know till I have to go upstairs for something other than a meter.

How come I can keep track of 1 cell phone, but my 3 meters always seem to be inconveniently located?

Is using diabetes as an excuse for eating a chocolate bar in a class when eating is generally banned okay? What if my bs is sitting at a comfy 98 and I'm just hungry?

And this has been Random Thoughts....tune back next time for another likely boring entry.

Bad Habits

I stink at logging. I was hoping the pump would solve this problem, allowing me to simply upload nad have beautiful logs to take to my endo. I was sorely disappointed when I saw that the CozManager does nothing like that, rather, I can get a list of everything happening. What the heck does that do for me? Nada.

I discovered the CoPilot, despite recalls preventing it from being used (for over a year- how long does it take to fix a bug?), I still used it. And it was...interesting. I finally got statistics, and that was fun. The insulin use charts showed me where I was doing a lot of corrections, but the log has crap all over it saying stuff like "imported from cozmanager" next to every bolus or bg level, making for a cluttered piece of mess. And the program decides if a bg was before or after a meal based on time of day. That's perfect if you eat at the same time everyday. I don't. That's why I pump. Why can't it figure out when you ate based on when the bolus was given, not time?

So I am back into an excel chart. I like it, I just need to keep up with it. Then hopefully I will have some good info to show my endo.

And I am realizing something- I have a lot of bad habits going on here.

My tests fall in no particular order. I seem to have gotten into a habit of just testing when I feel like it. This results in maybe 3 hours I tested every hour, then gaps of 5 hours without testing. Yeah, I get at least 6 tests in a day, but do they really tell me anything? I need to be testing before meals and two hours after if I really want to see how things are going.

Which brings my to my next bad habbit. I am a grazer. I eat what I want, when I feel like it. Yesterday I ate 196 grams of carbs for the day. Not bad. Except I didn't eat till 11, then ate around 11, 12, 1, and 2, about 20 grams each time. Then I didn't eat again till 7. Then I ate at 7, 8, and 10. Who the heck follows that kind of eating schedule? It can't be healthy. And the grazing results in a higher A1c according to Gary Scheiner in Think Like a Pancreas.

Allow me to break here to share something that annoys me with my pump, but yet I have no clue how it would be fixed. My bs is 77 right now. I'm cool with that. But I want to throw a load of clothes in and take a shower before I eat. I can do that, since I don't plan on dropping much lower. But it will be an hour before I eat likely. I enter my bg in my pump, so I know it's there and can upload it, see info in Copilot, and reference it when filling in my Excel sheet. But in an hour when I eat, I want my bolus reduced for that 77. I can enter the bg again when I bolus, but then that skews my testing averages. I guess I'd like the pump to offer the option to use the last taken bg as a correction (even if it was more than 10 minutes ago), or enter another bg then. What I do now is just cut about 10 grams of carb off the bolus to raise my bg a little.

So if I really want to see if my meal boluses are working, I need to both log, eat real meals, and test appropriately.

I like to think diabetes doesn't play a huge role in my life, and with pumping, it doesn't, but it does in this sense.

Sometimes

Sometimes I think back to the days before insulin. I think about parents watching their kids waste away. I think about the crazy diets and the outrageous drinking plans designed to slow an inevitable death.

Then I think about the 20 units I waste every three days, just thrown out with my tubing. Or more frequently, if I see bubbles in my tubing. Or the insulin bottles I throw out that are "almost" empty. Or the almost full bottle of Lantus I threw out a few days ago because it's been open since April- when I started the pump, and is probably about as useful as saline now in lower blood sugars.

I think about the fact that my doctor prescribes 6 bottles of Novolog as a three month supply, even though 4 would likely suffice. "Just in case!" she declared, when I told her 6 was in excess of my needs.

I think about how much good this insulin would have done back in 1920. The amount of insulin I waste in a week could have saved a few people back in 1920.

And I realize, I have come to take for granted the hormone my life depends on. Then I see visions of Katrina, and it's aftermath. And I shutter.

But I only think about this sometimes. Because the fact remains that while a complex genetic process can use bacteria or yeast to grow virtually unlimited amounts of a slightly genetically altered form of a hormone my own body faithfully made up until last year, there is no way to go back 86 years and help the prior suffers.

And this gives me new hope for the continued improvements in diabetes care I have yet to see. But in the mean time, I shall appreciate that piece of plastic technological wonder glued to my waist just a little more.

"It eluded us then, but that's no matter -- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. ... And one fine morning ---- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

Off Topic Question for Parents of PWDs

This is what I was thinking about while I was trying to fall asleep last night. Don't ask me why. Lol. So maybe you can put my mind at ease now.

I know some of you have kids that were dx'ed before they were old enough to do their own shots. And I know some of your kids were also put on a pump before they were old enough to inject by themselves. However, knowing how to inject is an important skill for someone with diabetes to have. So how are your kids gonna learn how to do it? Are you just going to teach them sometime their pump fails, and hope you are there when it happens? I just picture some kid in a college dorm or something never having learned how to inject with a dead pump. I dunno...I'm paranoid.

I pulled up to the stop light. It was 7pm. Around the time I expected to get home, though two hours earlier than I was scheduled to get home.

I had just done well at school. Really well on the testing I did that day.

That sky was a weird mixture of passing rain clouds and setting sun. I would best describe it as "pretty."

One of my fave bands, Casting Crowns, was playing on the radio.

The streets were a friendly-sorta-busy, and some kids rode their bikes on the side walks.

It struck me that I truly am happy with my life and the direction it was going. And I felt peace.

I stood at the red light waiting for it to change. But I wasn't in a hurry. I was content.

The red lights on the progressing blocks blurred together as my vision blurred, deep in thought.

I thought about how good I felt at the moment. And how happy I was. And I thought about how I would never remember the moment, or the cool sky, or the blurring stop lights. But I hoped I would remember how I felt.

Then I tried to think about how I felt at that moment the year before.

Scared probably. I was sick and I knew it. And the next day I was going to the doctor to talk about it, knowing exactly what she would tell me, but not caring, just hoping she would fix me.

I don't remember much about Sept 28, 2005. I don't know what I did. I don't know what the day of the week was. But it was my last day not having diabetes.

In Which I Can't Keep My Priorities Straight

I have a love/hate relationship with school. I love being there. I love the people I go to school with. I love my professors and their real-life anecdotes about the career I am going into. I love listening to their experiences. I love my campus. I love seeing the statues on campus covered with leaves or snow or surrounded by flowers depending on the season. I love that being a full time student allows me to have insurance coverage without the burden of a full time job.

Yet I hate the new stress each semester brings. I hate craming for a test, or rushing to get a paper done. I hate studying, bluntly, and I hate some of the competition for grades. I hate that as soon as one assignment is done the next creeps up. I hate that my parents accuse me of craming, when I have no choice but to have two days to study for one exam, since there was another one I was studying for two weeks ago. I hate that I spent $7 on index cards today to appease Ms. Anal. And I hate that Office Max only sells certain sizes of cards in packs of 300. I hate that I need to redo some of said cards because they did not meet Ms. Anal's approval.

This semester is overwhelming me. And for no particular reason. It's no more hectic or busy than other semesters, and the material interests me. If I stay on top of things, I should be able to achieve a very satisfactory GPA.

Yet I am overwhelmed.

Having many assignments looming over my head stresses me. I know it does. In HS I could avoid this by merely not procrasinating. In college, all my assignment due dates are laid out for me on the first day of the semester. I hate syllabi.

I have a planner, and all due dates are labelled in my planner. It keeps me somewhat sane.

But my fear of assignments hanging over my head leads me to an interesting predicament. I do things I think I can do first. And as a result, I have assignments that are due in December or November done. But I don't feel ready for the exam I have tomorrow. *sigh*

But in the midst of all this stress, one thing has helped me keep things in perspective- the blog Beanie Baby has led me to read- Annika's story. You may notice the new button to the right this reading as result in me adding. Go ahead. Click it. I think it works. If you want the whole story, go through all the reading detailed here. It took me a few days to complete, but I am glad I did.

I am living with a major chronic illness. But I can control my circumstances. I may be fraustrated with college, but I am lucky that I can go to college. And I will have the chance to work after college.

Another MeMe

Stolen from Julia.

1. If you make sweet tea, or your favorite style, do you use Luzianne, Lipton or something else?
I don't make tea. For real. If I do, it's herbal. And it's Lipton.


2. What brand of toilet paper do you buy and is it the larger rolls or regular?
We buy whatever brand is on sale- the really big ones, so we never have to change them. Or at least we don't have to change themn everyday.


3. Which brand of bath soap do you use? Body wash or bar?
I use body wash. Currently using Curess.


4. What cereal do you buy for yourself?
Yum, frosted shredded wheat!


5. What brand of dishwasher detergent do you use? Liquid or tablets?
I have no idea. That's what moms are for. (*loses points with any moms reading*)


6. What’s your favorite fruit?
PEACHES! I LOVE peaches!

7. Which brand of laundry detergent do you use?
See #5. But actually, I know we use All Small and Mighty, cause I bought it last time. (*redems some brownie points back with the mom's reading*)

8. Do you like chocolate?
Uhm, yeah. That's why God invented boluses, right?


9. Are you right or left-handed?
Right


10. Do you still write checks or use a debit card?
Plastic baby!

Questioning

Dear Medco-
Do you not realize I am dependant on your for my meds? It's insulin, I know it's expensive, but it's not like I want to use it either. It's insulin, something your pancreas probably (I'm not going to make assumptions here) makes the correct amount of daily without you giving it a second thought. It's insulin, and I need it damn it, please ship it already. And my test strips too. So I am not just randomly guessing amounts to take.

Dear Dr. Endo-
In the future, will you please so kindly spell out how much insulin to give me to Medco, so we can avoid this. I know you realize I wear a pump. And I know you realize that means I don't have set doses, or use the same amount everyday, but please, just make something up so they will ship me my insulin!

Dear Ms. P
Why, oh why does your assignment call for 2 4x6 index cards and 2 5x8 index cards? This means I have to go buy 2 packs of cards so I can use 2 cards out of each. Why couldn't I just buy 1 pack of 5x8 and use 4 cards out of it?

Dear OC Members-
Why aren't you commenting? Do you still read? My comments section is getting lonely.

I'm Pundit!

I realize my blog may be a tad on the serious side lately, so time for something fun!

You Are a Pundit Blogger!

Your blog is smart, insightful, and always a quality read. Truly appreciated by many, surpassed by only a few

What Kind of Blogger Are You?

I'm pundit, eh? There's a word a don't use everyday. And talk about a nice self esteem boast! Lol, too bad random-blogthing-generator can't actually read my blog to judge for itself.

Can't wait to see what you fellow bloogerites get!

Sacrifice

After a summer of giving up my Cozmonitor in favor of having a fully waterproof pump (handy for that occassional splash with the hose, unplanned canoe trip, surprising water balloon, or irresitable desire to swim) and using my handy new holster clip, I decided to reattach it tonight.

Tonight found me asking for the seventeen billionith time where my meter was. Backpack? Desk? Purse? Car? I have two flashes and a normal freestyle. And my dad has a Flash (given to him after a diagnosis of pre-diabetes) that feels very abadoned, especially compared to it's sister, owned by moi. I have meters. But it never seems to be enough.

The idea of just carrying strips appeals. Especially since I will have 16 bottles of strips thanks to my fraustrating as hell convienant mail order company. So I can keep strips anywhere I want. As long as I don't use more than 10 per day on a regular basis. And lancing devices- oh lancing devices. They are more plentiful at my house than ants at a picnic. When packing my backpack for back to school, two BD lancing devices fell out. My freestyle lancing device cracked once. So the company sent me not one, but two to replace it. Just in case. And everytime I ever needed a company to replace a meter, I seemed to get a new lancing device too. And in case that isn't enough, it seems like I could just call and ask and probably get three. And don't even get me started on lancets! My doctor seemed to be under the impression I use one lancet per strip when writing my script. Not so. And I use the Multiclix now, so to make matters worse, those lancets can't be filled for an even 100. So everytime I order a 3 month supply, I get 816 lancets. Oy.

But I digress. I reattached my Cozmonitor, and my, it's convienant. I love this pump. But dear Smiths- please make a holster case the fits the pump and meter already!

Nothing is Sound

I lay on my metal bunk, on top of a fleece blanket. My mp3 player delivered Switchfoot into the earbuds in my ears. My pump delivered insulin into the infusion set in my abdomen. It was hot. It was stinkin' hot. And I was feeling it. My headached and my arms sweat in the 95 degree whether. And there was no escape. Just me, all alone, in a stinkin' hot cabin.

Everyone dies

Is diabetes going to kill me?

Everyone loves a fight

Actually, I am sick of fighting, thank you very much.

Nothing is sound
Nothing is right side right

Nothing is sound. That's for sure. Otherwise I wouldn't have diabetes. I used to think that having hypoglycemia as a kid was a get-out-of-diabetes-free card. Your blood sugar couldn't be low and high, could it? And besides, I had enough other health crap to deal with. And I was just getting used to that. Surely this counted for something with God? How could I get diabetes?

Evening comes, when the sun goes down in red
Nothing is cool

Is this day over yet? Nothing is cool? That's for sure!

When will all the fighting end
When will all the fighting end

Not soon enough! Wait...when I die, I guess. I don't want the fighting to end then...

Happy is a yuppie word

Yuppies get sick too though

Nothing in the world could fail me now

Except my pancreas

It's empty as an argument
I'm running down a life that won't cash out (cash out)

Everything fails
Everything runs it's course

Where is this course running to? I don't get it God!

A time and a place, for all of this loving war
Everyone buys, everyone's gotta price, and nothing is new

No, this is all new! New, and stinkin' scary! But I guess this is my time and place.

When will all the failures rise
When will all the failures rise, rise!

I stick my finger and watch the meter as the number 272 appears on the screen. I feel like a failure. My head pounds.

Happy is a yuppie word
Blessed is the man who's lost it all
Happy is a yuppie word (word)

I haven't lost it all. Not even close. In fact, diabetes has caused me to loose less than first expected.

Looking for an orphanage
I'm looking for a bridge I can't burn down
I don't believe the emptiness
I'm looking for the kingdom coming down
Everything is meaningless
I want more than simple cash can buy
Nothing is sound

Cash can't buy me, or anyone else, a cure. It can't prevent anyone from having diabetes, nor can it stop anyone from having diabetes. No one is guranteed not to get a disease, because life has no gurantees. But has my first year of living with diabetes approches, it hasn't been empty or meaningless.

Got it!

I finally got my shipment from Medco! Wonders never cease.

In other words, not too much is going on, so sorry for the dry spell.

I will say right now that school is starting, and I can't make promises as to the frequency (or quality!) of posts from now on.

Disappointing

I got one of my pharmacology books in the mail today. What I always do with new medical textbooks is look up the sections on diabetes and insulin. This book has a lot on insulin, but the content is strangly disappointing.

The section on dosing insulin focuses a lot on mixing insulin. It also mentions Humalog and Lantus as the 2 newest types of insulin. This book was published in 2004, so I realize Apidra and Levemir weren't out yet, but Novolog was. And while it mentions Lantus, it fails to mention Lantus can't be mixed with other insulins. It also shows pictures of pork and bovine insulin, and L and UL- none of which are used in the US anymore. It says Lantus is only availible in a pen. Not only is that not true, but the Lantus pen is new since this book was published!

It doesn't mention a thing about dosing insulin on carbs or blood sugars, only set doses (ie, give 25 units with dinner). It doesn't even mention sliding scales. It does however say that premixed insulins are "popular for the client with diabetes." Oh yes, everyone loves those mixes!

The book continues to say that Humalin is the only brand of Human insulin (has anyone informed Novo Nordisk of this?). It mentions Exubra but calls it an "inranasal insulin." Nope, I have never seen it being squirted up peoples noses.

it has three paragraphs on pumping, which is a tri-fold improvement over last year's nursing book. In those three paragraphs they manage to say that implanted pumps are availible (where?), that R is the only type of insulin used in pumps, and that testing once daily is a minimum when on the pump. ONCE DAILY?!?! Don't tell my insurance. I will give the book credit for explaining basal/bolus use in the pump, and saying a huge advantage is multiple basal rates. But still... It shows a picture of a MiniMed 508.

So, next time you are in the hospital, and wondering how the hell they manage to keep any diabetic alive. Don't blame the nurses- blame the textbooks.

My Own Personal Medco Rant

Katherine is not the only one having problems with Medco. I sent in a few prescriptions to be filled 3 weeks ago. Yes, 3 weeks, as in 21 days, as in almost a month. And they haven't even shipped yet. Talk about ridiculous!

So, I decided to call today. And they inform me my medication hasn't shipped yet because they need to call the doctor and "comfirm" that this is the medication I need. That gets a big fat "What the heck?" in my book. I mean, isn't that what a prescription is for? Stating I need a certain medication?

So I ask what the hold up is. And after much prying, am told there is a medication availible in generic they would like to substitue. I'm fine with generics. Said medication doesn't have a generic though. They want to totally change what medication I am taking so I can take a generic. I told them this is unacceptable, just send me my non-generic-medication-with-the-higher-copay. They told me I they need to hear that from the doctor.

Ok, so fine, call my doctor. But does it take 3 weeks to get ahold of my doctor? They say they have been calling for 5 days now. Yeah right. On a daily basis too, they say.

So meanwhile, I go trick-or-treating at my friendly specialists' and GP's offices for sample packs. But I am almost out of those too.

So I ask my dear Medco CSR what her suggestion is. Her idea? Get a weeks worth of medication at local pharmacy. Fantastic! "What will my co-pay be for that?" asks Megan. She has no idea. Then she tells me it will be the same as a 1 month copay. Deal or No Deal? No Deal. I tell her if I am gonna get it filled at a local pharmacy, I am getting as much as I can. And I tell her that This is unacceptable customer service. And that they still better shipped my 3 month supply!

I asked to speak to the pharmacist 3 times, was placed on hold once so they could "transfer" me, and still never managed to speak to a pharmacist at any point in time.

Then, I proceed into a less-than-eloquent tirad on how I realize this is just a business for them, but to me, this is my health we are talking about.

My only hope is that they indeed recorded the conversation and that some exec will listen to it.

A Post I Hesitate to Write

I guess I need to start this post off with a disclaimer. The experiences mentioned in this entry are true, but they are not necessarily typical. I write this not to scare anyone, but simply to get things off my own chest. I can easily see people freaking out over this, but I urge you to remain sane.

In a D chat room I belong to, a member died in his sleep last night due to hypoglycemia. It scares the crap out of me. He was a pumper. And it reminds me of the need for constant vigilince. You can't slack at all. And it scares me. While I have some hypo unawareness, this young man (he was 26) had severe unawareness. His blood sugars were constantly swinging. It is scary how close to home this hits me. I didn't think this type of thing actually happened. But I guess it does. And it is scary. It reminds me that this is no joke. While I remember this is not a typical event, it scares me none the less. Insurance needs to fund CGMS soon. There is no need for someone to die from diabetes.

In my own world, things are different. A severe asthma flare and case of bronchitis has me sucking down prednisone like it is candy. I am on a ton, and my dose got upped today. It's crazy. I am using a 125% basal and correcting with an ISF of 50 (instead of my usual 80), and testing every two hours. I see my endo tomorrow. I am so thankful for my pump in these moments.

Part of me wants to slack. I am on the prednisone for 8 days. 8 days can't make a difference. I have a valid excuse. Why not just let it be?

Then I think of my eyes, and my kidnies, and my heart, and all my small blood vessels. And I decide it is worth the effort. I read that a healthy person will have a minimal bg response to prednisone. Some people get steriod-induced diabetes from prednisone, but they were at risk for diabetes anyways. The prednisone was just the last straw. Then I see my own numbers climbing in the 200 and 300s. Despite a pump pushing insulin into me. And it seems not fair.

But wallowing in self pity never did anyone good. And slacking certainly won't do me any good. So instead, I just poke my finger again and dial up another correction.

Craving Information

I am approaching almost 1 year with diabetes. I'm also seeing my insulin needs go up up up as my honeymoon ends. And I am learning a ton.

But one thing seems inevitable: the more I learn, the more I want to know.

I seem to never be satisfied with what I know. I want to learn more. Read more. Explore, and discover. I want to know about current developments, and about the history of diabetes. I want to ask questions and look at graphs. I want to find patterns.

But is any of this actually making my diabetes better? Yes and no. Some things I put into practice and it improves my control. Some things I try to put into practice and I find don't work for me. Some things I just seem to ignore, though I should do (basal tests fall into that category).

But any way it goes, I need to keep going. People who are ignorant on their own disease bother me. Ignorance is not bliss, nor does ignoring make the condition go away. I can't ignore it. And learning is a source of hope. Hope for not only better control, but a cure. I NEED to learn.

After all, knowledge is power.

Archery Girl

I first saw you several years ago. You may not remember me from then, but I sat next to you in the health center. You were shivering and nauseas. You felt dizzy. You were withdrawing from Ritalin because your parents didn't bother making sure it came to camp with you. Luckily, the symptoms passed as the next 24 hours went by. And the symptoms didn't amount to anything severe.

When I saw you this year, you ran up to me and hugged me tight. You were so happy to see me even though I didn't know you well. You hug everyone though, and sadly, it shows just how craving of love you are. It's because you lack it at home. And I am sorry for that, because everyone deserves love.

I hate to admit it, but I was a little worried when I saw your name on the cabin list, and even more worried to see your lack of maturing over the past few years. You don't fit in, and it's obvious. And quite frankly, you are tiring.

But it looked like I avoided you when you didn't show up for any activities I taught.

Then Tuesday came. And the director asked to speak to me. Apparently you weren't doing well in craft classes. You were moved to archery. You did not want to be there. But you were. And you really didn't have much choice in the matter. Your acting up got you kicked out of the other class.

So I got you. And your lack of self confidence became increasingly evident as you refused to set down your stuffed animal and you apologized profusely for any wrong doing, even if it wasn't your fault.

You were scared to shoot a bow and arrow. She almost cried. You were afraid you would hurt someone, or me. But I told you if you obeyed the rules you would be fine. And you did. And you were.

When you first shot, your form was off. But we worked to fix it. Then you got it. Then you hit the target. You couldn't believe you could!

Then you got a score high enough to start working toward a level. And you did.

That day, you told me you loved archery. And you told me the director was right when she said I was a good teacher.

That week you got two levels completed. And you were proud. And my gosh, was I proud of you.

I saw confidence I never saw in you before. And that brought joy to me. You were more focused then you ever were before, succeeding at something you had previously feared.

So little effort on my part brought life into you. And you fit in. And you were Archery Girl.

Thank you Archery Girl, for blessing my week.

Ah, camp

I was in the health center at my very much so non-diabetes camp. There were two nurses there, and me. I was the health center aid, and loving it. One nurse was leaving for her week off, and I was helping to file the forms from that week. Nurse 2 was training for the week she was about to start.

Time for my fasting bs. 209. The humidity has brought my site problems that I thought were solved back into full few. I went through 6 sites in 2 days this week.

And then Nurse 2 made an ultimate no-no. "Somebody had too much food and not enough exercise yesterday."

What the heck?

I checked my site and dialed up a bolus.

Nurse 2: "Oh, you have a pump. I used to know someone who had diabetes that was very brittle."

Me: "I hate that word."

N2: "Anyways, her doctor told her she had to get a pump, but she didn't, so she had complications by the time she was 30. Eventually she stopped being so noncompliant and got a pump."

me: "Great *sarcasm*."

People irritate me. And I have spent this whole week fighting it. The night before:

Camper: "Megan, do you have low blood sugar?"

Me: "No, but I have diabetes."

Camper: *frightened look* "My great grandma died of diabetes."

Me: "And I am sure she was a lot older than I am, and I take good care of myself."

So that has been my week comment wise. But in good news, I have some new Cleo 90s to try out!