There’s nothing that quite sums up a mistake with diabetes management than:

“Umm… Hi Nancy, I just did something very stupid.”

Somehow “stupid” seems like a tremendous understatement. I’m okay, this happened back in December, but I had to send my logs over to my care team today and my note just cracked me up. XD

Basically, I had been extremely tired when I woke up that morning and accidently mistook my Humalog insulin with my Lantus. I only take 3 units of Humalog at maximum, and 16 units of Lantus in the morning only. So I gave myself 16 units of Humalog that morning. I realized what I had done as soon as the plunger reached the bottom of my syringe. So I immediately bolted down a full glass of orange juice and ran to call the Diabetes Center for a game plan. And of everything I could have said, I choose to say “I just did something stupid.”

LOL! At least I’ve only done that only twice in the years I’ve had diabetes, they assured me that they have other patients do it all the time. (Ouch.)

In other news, today I had to take my resume in to one of the local staffing agencies so I could see if I could get a job. To disclose my diabetes, or not to disclose my diabetes. I’m perfectly healthy, no neuropathy or other complications . . . other than my blood glucose drops like a stone if I do anything too strenuous. I ended up disclosing it against my better judgement, just so they wouldn’t try pushing me into a strenuous job.

Instead, I walked out with contact information on becoming a Database Specialist. Starting wages of $12/hr but I don’t know that I know enough yet to be able to do the job. They’re asking for a BS in Computer Science, and all I’ll have this Fall is an Associates. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be able to do many of the requirements when I leave school, but I can’t do them all quite yet. The bullet about “Windows programming” is the point that worries me the most. Yes, I do have to take Visual Basic, but I still have more prerequisites to do before I can attempt it. I called anyway, made myself sound like an idiot on the Human Relations voicemail, and have spent the rest of the evening worrying about it.

I know it’s pointless to worry, but I can’t help it.

Much love to everyone, I’ll try to reply to everyone tomorrow morning.

Every time, every freaking time. Every time we put our house up for sale, we get idiots claiming the house stinks and therefore is worth less for some reason.

Do they pull this shit on other people? I don’t know a single house that doesn’t have it’s own smell. Just because we have pets, they seem to think that we need to drop our price down several thousand dollars. Oh, and lets not forget that we have a “crack” on the ceiling in the kitchen. It’s actually just some drywall tape that’s come loose. *sighs* So that’s $19,900 minus $2000 for the realtors minus $2000 they want us to take down, minus whatever the park is going to charge us to get out… that’s going to be under $16000 to find a new trailer, pay deposit, and first rent.

Lovely. And if I’d spent 15 minutes to spray some Oust, Febreeze, and some pet smell remover they would never have noticed. A few staples, drywall compound, or plaster and they wouldn’t have noticed the “crack” either.

Why does the world hate me so much!?

There’s something about school that leaves you at a dead run, no matter what kind of classes you’re taking. With me, it’s been no exception.

I really wanted to do so much over Christmas break, but instead I found myself in over my head. I wanted to fix Asher’s account, still haven’t done it. I need to e-mail my new mods with instructions, but I can’t figure out what to say. Yeah, I’m great — aren’t I?

We’re discussing blogs in class right now. I don’t know, part of me has to agree with my instructor — Blogs are a huge fad. I can’t count the number of times I’ve had to help someone create a Blogger account or set up GreyMatter or Wordpress because they’ve wanted one too. (Even after only knowing about Blogs less than 30 seconds.) But on the other hand, they’re cheaper than a long-distance call. I don’t know how I could keep up to date with some of you otherwise. I certainly wouldn’t be able to keep up with Theresa or Nicole.

Those of you with domains, expect a few strange references in your site stats. It’ll probably be something ending in “baker.edu.”

And before I’m asked — yes, my site was defaced earlier this weekend. I know how they did it and I took care of it. (”Public service” my ass.)

Anyroad…

Christmas was… happier than I thought it was. Even if there wasn’t much, aside from my family, to be happy about. Mom loosing her job just in time for the Holidays really put the kaibosh on that. Frankly, it’s been depressing to the point I really didn’t want to even think about decorating, cards, or even the holiday layout for Lunaescence. (Sorry, everyone.) Jodi gave me the new Enya album, which was shocking. Poppa gave me a gift certificate for Penzey’s, a bear from the American Diabetes Association, and a new sweater. These were probably the first Christmas gifts I’ve actually cried over since Mom bought me my telescope back when I was 16. I honestly didn’t expect to actually get anything.

Anyway, we’re still babysitting Kenzie; frankly there’s no way we could make ends meet without the $100 we keep making every week.

We’re preparing to sell the trailer. There, I said it. I can’t even pretend we’re in a manufactured housing community anymore either. It’s a trailer park. Barely been here a year and we’re preparing to move out. Problem is, they’ve raised the rent once again. We just can’t afford it anymore. It doesn’t even feel all that safe anymore either or like it did when we moved in. I found a man’s footprints stopping right under my bedroom window.

We found another park, near the place were we grew up and they’re asking for $100 less than they’re asking here and don’t demand a pet deposit if you own the trailer. So we’re having a trailer realtor stop by tomorrow afternoon to discuss selling this place.

I know I’ve never been one to discuss my religion since I’ve lost friends over it. (Long story.) But — Please, God… just let us get through this.