These boots are made for walkin' ...

Things are much better today. I actually made the attempt to get home this morning. Puddin' cleared off my car and pushed me out of my space and up the hill. I even got out onto 295 and onto 64 East. But then my tire monitor went off and I just didn't want to deal with that. (Yes, my car has a light that goes off if it senses that any one of the tires has a lower pressure than the others. Resistance is futile.) So I turned around and worked from the house. That is one major bonus to my job is the ability to work from pretty much anywhere with a high speed internet connection. We checked the tires this evening and they were fine. I think it was a fluke. I'll attempt another run home tomorrow morning and if the monitor goes off I'll take it to BMW service and make them deal with it. Sometimes I just really love having a car still under warranty. I like going into a dealership and saying "make it go."

My doctor's appt got cancelled and I should have a fresh one later this week. By the end of the week I hope to have my paperwork done and I'll just be waiting around for my new pump.

Tangentially related, I wanted to recap the fantastic clothes I found in Vegas. I had this icky stomach thing going on which caused me to sleep most of the trip. I was pretty upset about this, but it did save me several hundred dollars, I'm sure of it. So in the short stints of energy I did have, Puddin' and I would go shopping. I found an amazing set of boots. The boots I've always wanted. The ones that zip up the back and are skin tight over my calves and come up to just below my knees and are black and shiny and have long squared toes and ridiculously high heels. Yeah, those shoes.

These shoes then sparked a quest for an outfit to wear with them. There were no ass kicking outfits in my suitcase to match said ass kicking boots. So we quested and came back extremely successful. We even saw Mike Tyson while in the mall (the facial tattoo really gave it away). We returned from our adventure with a black halter top, black mini skirt and matching black patten leather handbag. I think the greatest compliment I could have had was when my coworker's friend told him that he rode in the elevator with one of those expensive prostitutes, not realizing he was in the elevator with me. Ah yes. Wondrous shoes indeed. I still lost money, but I enjoyed resting my tits on the blackjack table a little more in my outfit.

The tangent to this was that one other outfit I found was gorgeous and on sale but had absolutely nowhere to store my pump as it was backless and spaghetti strapped. I would have had to wear a thigh holster like an undercover cop. Did I mention it was sparkly? Sigh. Oh well. I had nowhere to wear it and I would have had to haul around another medical bag to replace the insulin pump for the evening. Not worth it, overall. And besides the boots didn't go with it at all.

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It's snowing tonight and I've got to head home tomorrow morning to a doctor's appt. I don't feel like I got much rest this weekend. And that's what I really needed. We spent way too much time in the hospital (long story, no visits for me or the Puddin' and everyone's fine now) but all seems to have settled for the moment. I'm surviving. I brought Sarah with me this weekend and was glad to have her around. She's such a very very good dog. Lying in bed reading with the Puddin and my hound was very therapeutic. My blood sugars have been doing pretty damn good considering the past few days. We'll see if the doctor is satisfied with my record keeping skills. I had a very bad day on Wednesday night or so when I just got quite weepy about being a diabetic. I was tired of the calluses on my fingers and the injection sites and the feeling sickly for no good reason and the shakes at 2am because math is hard. They've simplified Weight Watchers a hundred times it seems because people can't count to 25 in the course of a week. But I've got to know and add up the carbs for my meal, know my blood sugar, remember what time of day it is and how insulin reacts in my body that time of day, divide it all by 12 and account for raising or lowering my current blood sugar. Let's not even get into fats versus carbs. I was just sick of the whole damn thing. Having to justify to the insurance company that I deserve a new pump and that I've been to the doctor enough and jumped through the hoops. Do all that shit for 19 years and you'd have a weepy day or two, I suppose. Like my old boss said, "what do stupid people do?!?". I guess they get new kidneys and prosthetic legs and guide dogs before they're done with diabetes. So ... fucking ... over it ...

But I'm past that now. I've got a follow up visit with my curmudgeon of an endocrinologist and will get my replacement pump with the new ninja blood meter. I'll lose 10 pounds or so just because it would feel good to do it. I'll rejoin a few newsgroups and mailing lists. And I'll do just fine.

I did get to ride a Zamboni on Friday at the Admirals game and the penalty kills were sponsered by the American Diabetes Association. "Let's put an end to diabetes and let's kill that penalty." . Puddin and I grinned and said "yeah .. fuck diabetes ... fuck it right in the ear". Childish, but satisfying.

DLand - Still Perky After All These Years

I had a pretty good holiday, as it were. The time chez Puddin' was much better than could be expected and while my family got an incredibly late start to Christmas, we finished it off well. Mom and Dad have a new digital camera and color photo printer so that they can start capturing magic moments again. I've got some fantastic jewelry, a superior headlamp (for crawling around at night) some great wine accessories and a renewed sense of hope about my company and life in general. Things really are very great.Puddin' humored me last night and took me to two stores to find black eyed peas so that we could bring in the new year with luck. I wasn't up for cabbage for wealth, so we just stuck with luck for now. So far it's been holding. Today has been hard in that it feels for all the world like Monday (complete with driving to work from Richmond at 5:30am) but really is Friday. So it's been like trying to cram an entire work week in one day. The worst was almost missing my appointment with Gary. I have missed him over the past few weeks and ended up being a good 20 minutes late. He waited for me, though, like a good sport and we still got a good chat in before we both had to go. Despite all the running around, though, I'm in fantastic spirits. I'm looking forward to going home and tidying up a bit before heading to the parents to help load some pictures and then listening to the Gunslinger book on cd in the car with the dogs on the way to Puddin's. The greyness of the day hasn't dampened my mood in the slightest.