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It Just Has To Happen

I’ve said it a bunch, even said “I really mean it this time,” but this time I really do mean it and really am motivated to get back to my walking routine. Read about what happened on Blogabetes.

…you need a specific pair of socks to get out of the house. And I should mention that the socks I needed this morning don’t even match my clothes. But I was feeling so puny that I needed my pink squiggly socks to get me through the day.

I had a scratchy throat yesterday that clued me in to the possibility of a sickness, but I really thought I’d avoid it since I’ve had at least one round of cold/flu crap this season. And then last night as I was getting the kids ready for bed it hit me. I laid down in bed while No. 2 was in the shower and stayed there all night–in my clothes, mind you. The sheets had been washed earlier in the day and The Mr. said I wouldn’t even get up to help him put the clean sheets on the bed.

Fortunately, my sugars aren’t really being affected. I’m on day 4 of my site, had cereal for breakfast and chocolate chip cookies for “snack” and I’m doing really well. (Yes, I’m feeling so rotten that I had to totally deter from my regular meals by eating Frosted Flakes and Grandma’s Cookies.) Also fortunate–especially since I got absolutely nothing accomplished last night, which made tonight’s To-Do List twice as long–is that I’m feeling better as the day goes on.

A Cure and California

The “c” word. That’s right, I’m talking about a cure. Read it here.

I’m almost like a new patient thinking about all the supplies I need to take with me on my June trip to California. Catch up here.

Emotional Drainage

It’s kind of like post-nasal drip. It just slowly drip, drip, drips until it builds up enough that you finally realize you have a big glob of snot in your throat.

We’re going through a lot at home. Nothing bad, just the beginning of a big life change. It can take its toll pretty quickly.

This is not the time for me to be skipping my anti-depressants. I learned a long time ago that even a day or two missed has consequences down the line. I’d notice my mood making a dramatic shift either days or weeks later and I typically attributed it to a day when I skipped the Prozac.

It’s always an accident; I don’t skip on purpose. In the past, it was all about location. Based on where I put the pill bottle, I tended to easily forget to take the medicine every morning. Now, again based on location, I never miss a day. That is unless I’m sick, which is what happened last weekend. I took my last pill on a Friday fully intending to go to the pharmacy the next morning. Well, the next morning I got sick. Didn’t make it to the pharmacy the next morning either. So two days without Prozac.

You wouldn’t think it would make that much of a difference, but it does. The Mr. continues to ask what’s wrong and there’s nothing specific, it’s just an overall funk.

This is not doing good things for my blood sugar. Because when I’m tired, cranky and generally drained, I eat. A lot.

Hot Pursuit Over

I have decided that, at least for now, I will not pursue the CGMS anymore. Read about the denial letter I received and my thoughts on the situation at Blogabetes.

No Surprise

Insurance denied my CGMS claim. Again.

Get the details from Blogabetes.

Are You Keeping Up?

Yesterday’s Blogabetes post is about how important variety is to diabetes management. Read it here.