What The Hell Is This?

I was strolling up the juice aisle at the grocery store and came across this…

 

Seriously. Am I reading that correctly? Yuck!

Why I Hate Being A Diabetic…

  1. Knowing that — even under the best management — it will shave 10-15 years off my life span.
  2. Constantly monitoring how I am feeling — am I thirsty? are my feet feeling numb? is this really a headache or a sign that my blood sugar is low? etc.
  3. Having to use my stomach as a pin cushion. I inject 3-4 shots into my stomach per day.
  4. Even though the injections don’t hurt, every once in a while something goes wrong and I end up with huge black bruises on my stomach.
  5. Along with the injections, I have to take two massive horse pills to help my body process the insulin I inject.
  6. Having to always remember to bring my insulin and a needle every time I leave the house — even if I am just running up to the grocery store.
  7. Being slightly paranoid and worried that the twins will break one of my viles of insulin or get into my needles.
  8. It’s more difficult to lose weight when you are insulin.
  9. Always thinking about the temperature of my insulin. If I go to the beach or on a long car trip (especially in summer), I have to make sure my insulin is in a bag of ice or cooler.
  10. Dealing with freaked out Homeland Security folks at security checkpoints in the airports. They get weird when they see all of my needles and viles of a “clear liquid” when I fly.
  11. Constantly worrying about my feet. Monitoring numbness and stiffness.
  12. Praying that I don’t accidentally get cut when I get pedicures.
  13. Always wearing shoes — even in the house — because I can’t risk stepping on something that could cut my feet.
  14. Being terrified about losing my health insurance.
  15. Not being able to drink a big, icy Coke every once in a while.
  16. Fighting with my insurance company every month when I use more insulin than they think I should. I take what my doctor says I should take, which is not the same as the non-M.D.s at my insurance company.
  17. Remembering what life was like only 4 years ago when I wasn’t a diabetic (gestational diabetes that stuck around).

What’s Good About Being a Diabetic…not much except…

  1. The twins don’t freak out when they have to get shots because they see me giving myself shots all the time. They don’t see shots as a scary, painful thing.
  2. I’ve developed a stronger sense of urgency about my life.

The reason for this post…I had to go to the Emergency Room at 3:30 AM Tuesday because I unexpectedly ran out of insulin and didn’t realize it until after the pharmacy was closed. I think it scared my mom more than it scared me. They gave me a shot of insulin to last me until 8 AM when the pharmacy opened. (And, no, I couldn’t go to a 24 hour pharmacy because I have a special relationship with my pharmacist. He hooks me up with insulin a few days before my insurance agrees to pay for it. This relationship saves me $400 per month.) Anyway, I missed two injections and my sugar readings were scary high. I’ve never had numbers that high before, and apparently I was acting and feeling drunk.

Week In Review | August 23-29

  • Most of the week has felt unproductive…at least in regards to work. My podiatrist appointment took half of Wednesday, packing and moving things out of the house so the crew could fix the water damage also took a few days. I am making all of my deadlines, but I’m stressing over it. I just started there a few weeks ago, and this should be my time to shine and show what I can really do. Instead, I am just trying to keep my head above water, and dealing with all of these little house dramas.
  • I bought the twins a new 19″ flat screen TV with a DVD built in for their bedroom. My son Carson is obsessed with all things electronic, so he is beside himself with happiness over this new TV. He knows how to work the remote control, and put in and play whatever DVD he wants to watch. This new TV has also given me a new sense of sanity. My computer is set up in my bedroom, so it’s been difficult for me to focus on numbers and charts while Wow Wow is blaring in the background.
  • With the kiddos in Austin with their dad, I spent Saturday (9 hours, to be exact) working from home and catching up on stuff from work. I feel a big sense of relief now that I will be starting the new week where I need to be.
  • The house is still a big construction zone. The crew came on Thursday and ripped out all of the wood flooring. So that means there are tiny pieces of wood and random nails that have me concerned. I was hoping the work crew would show up on time and get the new floor put in this weekend — which was the plan and what they told me would happen. I had my fingers crossed all of this mess would be over by the time the twins returned from Austin Sunday night. Nope! The crew showed up 10 hours late on Saturday (with their children, yes) and the foundation was still too wet to put in the new flooring. So, the kids came home to a dangerous mess, and they said they would be back Monday morning. Uh huh. We shall see. I’m just ready for all of this to be over with.
  • Sunday (today) was a good day. Saturday was all about work, and today was all about rest.
  • Highlight of the Week: Resting today.
  • Shitastic Moments of the Week: Frustration over the house repair and having the glass removed from my foot.
  • Coming Up Next Week: Just looking forward to Labor Day weekend.

No crappy cell phone pics this week. I already posted my gross closet mold pics.

Eye Spackle | favorites

My mom is the Queen of Lotions and Potions…translation: she loves make-up and skin care stuff. It’s an addiction, really, and I’ve been teasing her for as long I can remember. She is constantly ordering new products and nagging me to try them. 9 out of 10 times I just roll my eyes, but occasionally she introduces something to me that I actually love.

That was the case with Laura Geller’s Eye Spackle. I LOVE this stuff. It’s called a “eyeshadow primer,” but basically it keeps your eye make-up on and perfect all day. Even in hot, humid, miserable Houston summers.

According to her site, it costs $24 for .08 ounces. My small .08 jar has lasted me months and months, and I am not even close to being out of it. A little goes a very long way. I take my middle finger and just dab the tiniest amount on my finger, and then I pat it on my eye lids. I do it from my lash line up to my just under my eye brows. Then you put on your eyeliner and shadow like you normally would. I’ve noticed that my make-up glides on much better when I’m wearing the spackle. Recently, I realized that I could also dab a small amount on my bottom lash line before putting on my bottom liner. It stays in place all day! No more liner drifting into those fine lines and making you look like either a raccoon or someone who had slept in her makeup after a rough night.

Anyway, I love it and put my stamp of approval on it…whatever that’s worth.

Has anyone else tried this stuff?

[This is not an ad and I am not paid for my endorsement -- though perhaps I should. Hint, Hint Ms. Geller!]  :)

Closet Biology Class

And this is the reason why everything in the Master bedroom and closet is being gutted tomorrow. I took these with my cell phone. Enjoy all of the delicious mold. Mold! Ewwww.

Oh and last night I did some research on mold and it’s effects on humans. Turns out that the first sign of an infection from mold is extreme fatigue. Uh, hello?! I’ve been bitching for weeks about how tired I am. I’m not sure I can completely write off my fatigue as mold related. I guess I would rather blame it on mold instead of just simply getting older and more pathetic.

Demo starts tomorrow at 8 AM. It should make working from home on a big project super fun!