A little shook up (no pun intended)
…That’s what Kayla said to me today after I called her to see how she was doing after experiencing her first, and hopefully her last, California Earthquake. I think the scariest part for her was the fact that cell phone signals were jammed so bad she couldn’t call anyone, and even her roommate couldn’t call to check on her. Her roommate ended up coming home from work to check on Kayla since she knew it’d be her first earthquake in California and she couldn’t get through on the phone.. isn’t that sweet? I tell ya it makes me feel good to know Kayla’s got someone down there looking after her.
Less than a month to go and we’ll get to see her!!!
Laughter is the best medicine?
My “big” doctor appointment went well yesterday all things considered. I had Jack go with me and that relieved a lot of my anxiety.
Yesterday’s appointment was a full physical … and I giggled through the whole thing like a total idiot. For example, my doctor asked if I drank alcohol. I giggled little a guilty little kid as I said no. He looked at me skeptically and asked, “not even occasionally?”. Oops. I admitted that I did drink occasionally then confessed I had one Mike’s Light Hard Lemonade (Raspberry Flavored) the night before. Then I had to elaborate and explain that my kids drank all the diet pop we had in the house and it was the only thing left.
He asked me, “what’s wrong with water?”
I giggled again as I felt a bit defensive explaining I drink water ALL THE TIME. What choice to I have? I even whined about how restaurants only have water or diet cola as the beverage choices for a diabetic… Not that any sort of alcohol is good for a diabetic.. but you know.. He caught me and I was rationalizing and acting like a goofy teenager or something. I also admitted to having a few drinks on the Fourth of July. He just gave me a disapproving look to which I giggled at of course.
The giggling did stop during the ‘female’ part of the exam. Imagine that?
Jack brought up basically everything I’ve been concerned about and that embarrassed me a bit. It was like being a hypochondriac by proxy. There were some things I wasn’t going to bring up. He meant well and I’m sure it’s all stuff I should have brought up anyway.
What was weird is my doctor’s attitude was completely that of a concerned doctor who wanted to hear everything I (Jack) had to say. Such a different experience than I’ve had in the past and not what I expected. Maybe because Jack brought some of it up instead of me? (Figures.. a man would listen to another man better… er. I didn’t say that.)
Now I just await the results of the blood work and most importantly, the results of the HbA1c. If it’s good, then life will continue as normal and I just need to get to back on focus for the weight loss. (Btw, I’ve lost 5 lbs since the last time I whined about gaining some back). If it’s not.. well, I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. So far everything looks OK now and my fears were mostly put aside. For now.
I’m going to Disneyland!
Well, we all are actually. It practically took an act of the gods, and a lot of juggling of the finances, and some hard work, research, calling 3 dozen airlines (ok maybe only a dozen) but we’re going to Disneyland next month. All of us! We’ll be staying at a nice hotel and going to get a week to visit Kayla while she shows us around the Happiest Place on Earth. I can’t wait!
Amazingly, for all 8 of us to go, it’s cheaper to fly down than to drive. The only passenger van we could find to rent wanted an insane amount of money and a limit of 150 miles a day (.30 cents per mile after that). At that rate, it would take us six days to drive the close to 1000 miles. Forget that! Plus if we fly, we get two extra days down there so it’s win-win. The kids are almost as excited to fly on a plane for the first time as they are to spend a week in Disneyland!
Now if I could only speed up time. The incessant daily question from Cody, “Can we just go tomorrow?” is not driving me insane. Nope. It’s not. No really. I swear.
One Diabetic related doctor appointment down, 2 to go
I’ve managed to drag myself to the doctor, and have another appointment this week, and a follow up after that. Could be more depending on the results of all this. Especially if I decide to fire my doctor. (How does one go about doing that? Is it in poor taste to ask him to recommend someone else? hehe)
I’m not going to go much into it. I know this blog is about living with my diabetes and all that, but there are some things I just don’t want to share with you, dear Internet, as much as I love you and all. 
Maybe when I get things back under control I will. But for now, I’m once again taking baby steps to get this thing under control. And there may be changes ahead for me. We shall see.
He survived my zoo
The fridge repair guy survived my zoo. I left the cats to roam as normal, and only put the big dogs outside. Cassie didn’t budge from her comfy spot on the couch for 90% of the time he was here. She didn’t even sniff in his direction when I let him into the house. She did go into the kitchen when he was finishing up, gave him a quick sniff, then went back to her morning ritual of sniffing for crumbs on the floor. (Not that she’d ever find any. Oh no.) 
The fridge had a bad ‘computer board’. Took 10 min to fix and no charge! I didn’t even have to pay the $80 service call fee because apparently for a few months the model of my fridge was being manufactured, they used crappy boards. He left the faulty board here. Looks like a laptop motherboard. I should have asked for a RAM upgrade too.
