While sorting through vast quantities of newspaper articles I've saved, I discovered a truly intruiging article, written by some doc (a D veteran himself for 50 years). He doesn't do fingersticks (on himself) anymore, as a physician, he thinks it provides ample oppertunites for blood borne infections(Aids, etc.) as well as blunting the finger nerves. (sensitive fingers are an important diagnostic tool, in medicine) So, he ran a series of 40 finger-knee-lab tests (Gold Standard) and the results were very close. By knee, I mean the center area right above the knee. According to him, less painful then a finger stick. I decided to test that theory out..
Ultrasmart- 186
Knee- 176
Ok, I don't have a lab, so I don't know how "accurate" this actually is. But I trust my meter (well, relatively), and this is pretty accurate in my book!
There are several drawbacks to this unusual method. First, you have to be in a place where you can drop your pants. (and not get arrested) Second, not everyone can get blood (just like arm testing, I guess). Third- you can't lick the blood off, so you have to carry spare tissues around! Arm testing never worked for me, couldn't get blood, and never was very accurate. Despite having the two strikes against me (According to the good doctor, since I'm fat, and I'm a women) my knees do yield adequate blood.. It is painful though! Certain fingers do need some recuperation time.
I may have a new motto.
"Oh, I don't EVER use my fingers, I prefer my knees."
Sure to raise some eyebrows at the endo's office.
Drumroll Puhleasee...
I've completed BGAT. Time to break out the champeigne. I got this nice little "Certificate of Completion" which really wasn't all that impressive. (All it basically said is, you've completed BGAT. I was expecting a bit more pizazz(name, date, etc.) It was a dissapointment.
So what have I learned? The "blood sugar" battle is never over. At the end, I had to set further goals, if 70% of one's blood sugars are "normal", 20% high( 180+), and 10% low, you are doing a very good job with the diabetes. Your symptoms will probably change with time, and you've got to be constantly OCD about it all. But I knew that. It did, however, obtain its objective (in making me be more sensitive to changes in my body). Highs in particular. I turn into this grumpy, tired, fluid-guzzling individual at numbers above 220. I never payed much attention to that before, just checked, bolused, and went my merry way. Now, I know that I'm probably high. My lows, I usually always feel anyway. (before they get bad) Except when I have them excessively, (4+/ day) I don't catch those as quick.
Thanks, BGAT- for everything. Can I have my payment check now?
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
Eyes, Egotistical Individuals, and Endos
Its been one of those lonnnnnnnnnggg Fridays, that never seem to end. But end it did, FINALLY..
Update on eye- MRI slated for next week. Still painful. It flashed for over an hour this morning. 58- and I didn't feel low. Kinda odd. What would constitute an emergency- loss of vision, light flashes that don't let up? I'm assuming so. Not worsening is good news.
I had supivisor problems(I've had them all week). She sent me off, to the opposite side of the building, to do the dirty work. Seniority means nothing to her- if you're on her black list, you're history. I'm on her black list. Supivisor problems lead to blood sugar problems, and I spent the afternoon in the 400's. Supivisors are not good for diabetes control. (Supervisors SUCK)
I didn't spend all night at Chick-Fil-A. More then 100 people were camped out in the parking lot at 8 pm the night before..mainly poor college students. Not that I'd have minded getting free food, but I wasn't going to turn into an icicle to get it. Plus, it would have been a stretch- getting to work on time the next morning.
The answer to the previous post- David Sutherland, MD, PHD- U. of Minnesota. I'm sure you all knew that.
My endo is an awesome person. Wrote me out a larger Novolog RX, no questions asked. (and with several weeks till the next appointment) It still falls into the beliavable category (with the insurance company), the pharmacist isn't giving me dirty looks quite yet.. I haven't hit the wall yet (with Novolog), on test strips, (several years ago) when I was testing 15 x a day the insurance company did go rather bazooka about that. Had to get all kinds of autherizations, etc.
They sure charge enough for the copays! (and taking it out of my check)
To celebrate the end of the week, I am going to take 20 units of Novolog, drink a liter of Diet Coke, eat a footlong sub, and go to bed. (Not nessisarily in that order)
Update on eye- MRI slated for next week. Still painful. It flashed for over an hour this morning. 58- and I didn't feel low. Kinda odd. What would constitute an emergency- loss of vision, light flashes that don't let up? I'm assuming so. Not worsening is good news.
I had supivisor problems(I've had them all week). She sent me off, to the opposite side of the building, to do the dirty work. Seniority means nothing to her- if you're on her black list, you're history. I'm on her black list. Supivisor problems lead to blood sugar problems, and I spent the afternoon in the 400's. Supivisors are not good for diabetes control. (Supervisors SUCK)
I didn't spend all night at Chick-Fil-A. More then 100 people were camped out in the parking lot at 8 pm the night before..mainly poor college students. Not that I'd have minded getting free food, but I wasn't going to turn into an icicle to get it. Plus, it would have been a stretch- getting to work on time the next morning.
The answer to the previous post- David Sutherland, MD, PHD- U. of Minnesota. I'm sure you all knew that.
My endo is an awesome person. Wrote me out a larger Novolog RX, no questions asked. (and with several weeks till the next appointment) It still falls into the beliavable category (with the insurance company), the pharmacist isn't giving me dirty looks quite yet.. I haven't hit the wall yet (with Novolog), on test strips, (several years ago) when I was testing 15 x a day the insurance company did go rather bazooka about that. Had to get all kinds of autherizations, etc.
They sure charge enough for the copays! (and taking it out of my check)
To celebrate the end of the week, I am going to take 20 units of Novolog, drink a liter of Diet Coke, eat a footlong sub, and go to bed. (Not nessisarily in that order)
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Chick-Fil-A
Once, there was a young doctor, just starting out. He wasn't rich, he wasn't well known. (yet) The MD behind his name, didn't mean squat. But he worked hard, put the passion into his work. He became a surgeon, he became one of the top gurus in his field. The field was new, the field was controversal. In the beginning, more patients died then lived. But he persisted.
And then, it started to work. Sucess rates shot through the roof. People still got infections, and died- but many more lived. It started to mean something. The medical community sat up, and took note. Could this be the answer, the best treatment for this dreaded disease?
To those who survived "treatment", they said yes. That't they'd do again in a heartbeat. But others weren't so sure. There were not yet as bad off as their fellow patients. The debate raged.
One day, a woman came to the medical center. She wanted the treatment, she wanted to be cured of the disease that had marked the past 25 years of her life. And she got it. Along the way, she also acquired a husband- the surgeon! He'd never married, the life of a surgeon is long and hard. But he fell for this women with the sparkling eyes, sense of humor, and un-nerving will to live. So they got married.
And then, something went wrong. There was waiting, and then it was back to the operating table. Uncertainty. Fear of the unknown. This wasn't any patient- this was his wife. He knew more then anyone, the effects this disease could have, but it took on a whole new meaning as it sook its latest victim. There wasn't anything to do, but pray.
His wife survived, she regained her health. She became an advocate (along with her husband) of the treatment.
The disease is uncertain.
The "cure" is just as uncertain.
But it has helped many people. (including surgeons, to get a clue...)
Guess who it is I'm talking about!
Chick-Fil-A is coming to town. First 100 customers before 6 am (tomarrow morning), get free sandwiches for a year. There are idiots camped out in the 20 degree, 60 mph winds, already!
(I'm ok, Ellen)
Sunday morning, I awoke with left eye pain and flashing lights. Thinking it was a headache, I took some iboprofen. Didn't help. So I took some migraine medication. Head didn't hurt, just my eye. That didn't help either. Called my insurance health line, and suggested the ER. 10 pm, I couldn't sleep. Went to the ER. Resident said I didn't have a retinal detachment, so I should follow up with my opthamologist. Gave pain meds. Drove back home. By then, it was 5 am, so I didn't have long to wait till the new "working" day. I called, opth called back. Went in to office.
No infection, retinal break, or inflammation along optic nerve. Suggested calling the neuro-opth.
4 pm. Called neuro-opth, he calls back(Tues. morning). I go up there. He's not real sure either.
If it continues, suggests an MRI of the orbital area. Ask if this is related to the double vision. (its the same eye) He doubts it. Says if I start getting a ton of flashing lights, that would
signify a detaching retina, but periodically flashing he's not sure..
The pain hasn't changed, nor the lights.
Time for an MRI.
And then, it started to work. Sucess rates shot through the roof. People still got infections, and died- but many more lived. It started to mean something. The medical community sat up, and took note. Could this be the answer, the best treatment for this dreaded disease?
To those who survived "treatment", they said yes. That't they'd do again in a heartbeat. But others weren't so sure. There were not yet as bad off as their fellow patients. The debate raged.
One day, a woman came to the medical center. She wanted the treatment, she wanted to be cured of the disease that had marked the past 25 years of her life. And she got it. Along the way, she also acquired a husband- the surgeon! He'd never married, the life of a surgeon is long and hard. But he fell for this women with the sparkling eyes, sense of humor, and un-nerving will to live. So they got married.
And then, something went wrong. There was waiting, and then it was back to the operating table. Uncertainty. Fear of the unknown. This wasn't any patient- this was his wife. He knew more then anyone, the effects this disease could have, but it took on a whole new meaning as it sook its latest victim. There wasn't anything to do, but pray.
His wife survived, she regained her health. She became an advocate (along with her husband) of the treatment.
The disease is uncertain.
The "cure" is just as uncertain.
But it has helped many people. (including surgeons, to get a clue...)
Guess who it is I'm talking about!
Chick-Fil-A is coming to town. First 100 customers before 6 am (tomarrow morning), get free sandwiches for a year. There are idiots camped out in the 20 degree, 60 mph winds, already!
(I'm ok, Ellen)
Sunday morning, I awoke with left eye pain and flashing lights. Thinking it was a headache, I took some iboprofen. Didn't help. So I took some migraine medication. Head didn't hurt, just my eye. That didn't help either. Called my insurance health line, and suggested the ER. 10 pm, I couldn't sleep. Went to the ER. Resident said I didn't have a retinal detachment, so I should follow up with my opthamologist. Gave pain meds. Drove back home. By then, it was 5 am, so I didn't have long to wait till the new "working" day. I called, opth called back. Went in to office.
No infection, retinal break, or inflammation along optic nerve. Suggested calling the neuro-opth.
4 pm. Called neuro-opth, he calls back(Tues. morning). I go up there. He's not real sure either.
If it continues, suggests an MRI of the orbital area. Ask if this is related to the double vision. (its the same eye) He doubts it. Says if I start getting a ton of flashing lights, that would
signify a detaching retina, but periodically flashing he's not sure..
The pain hasn't changed, nor the lights.
Time for an MRI.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Summer Adventures
Room reservations for the CWD (Orlando) conferance are half-booked ALREADY. (according to the chat log)
I'm a longgg way from being a kid, teen, or parent- but I've gone to a couple of them, and actually learned some things. (besides getting tons of free stuff!) I'd like to start being more useful- help out with volunteer stuff. (NOT TEENS)CWD has put my ex-endo on the speaker's roster- holy cow. Those were the days. I'll probably come to his presentation, just for the shock factor. (Not that I want to steal all the thunder, but I could be a BGAT poster child, I've been in a ton of their studies..)
ONE MORE CHAPTER OF BGAT LEFT!
(I can't wait to be done, I can't wait to be done!)
I'm a longgg way from being a kid, teen, or parent- but I've gone to a couple of them, and actually learned some things. (besides getting tons of free stuff!) I'd like to start being more useful- help out with volunteer stuff. (NOT TEENS)CWD has put my ex-endo on the speaker's roster- holy cow. Those were the days. I'll probably come to his presentation, just for the shock factor. (Not that I want to steal all the thunder, but I could be a BGAT poster child, I've been in a ton of their studies..)
ONE MORE CHAPTER OF BGAT LEFT!
(I can't wait to be done, I can't wait to be done!)
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Free to Good Home...
200 back issues of Diabetes Forecast! Some from the 80's, 90's, and from 1999-present.
If you're interested, (for the price of shipping) say something. I need to get rid of these things.
I also have some from the 40's,50's, and 60's- but I figure those classify as antiquity, no way I'm getting rid of those. Back when I started "collecting" them, I thought I was going to get ALL the back issues, and they'd be worth something. That was stupid- I have little enough room as it is. Especially since moving. I have two big boxes of the things, and they weigh a TON!The old ones, however- are considerably smaller, like pamplets (and thus are easily stored).
Little known Factoid:
Dave in "Dave's Diary" was NOT a real person. As dissapointing as this may be, it was really some doc who wrote for "Forecast". (way back when) The Looksmart website used to have an article on this- but I don't think its there anymore.(http://www.findarticles.com/)
Still no internet connection. I've spent the day over at the parents, cleaning/throwing away, etc.
I think something is up with my meter- anything under 150 makes me feel low. (No, my control is not that bad..) I would check it with control solution, but I can't find it! (the joys of moving)
Yesterday, I called for the results of my hb a1c. And, great news- its 0.1 lower then the last one! (I won't tell you how bad it was, but it was pretty bad) Suffice to say, the study coordinator was not impressed, but I was ok with it. Means I won't have to get another one next month- she'll give me a print-out, I'll take it to my endo, and hear the resulting lecture. Oy yah.
Having no internet connection, though, has made me more serious about working on my book. Been working on "it" for about two years now,its a culmination of diabetes poetry, lists, etc. Its almost ready to send to the publisher, just have to rearrange the order of various things. (The full content is there)
Coming soon to a bookstore near you, stay tuned!
If you're interested, (for the price of shipping) say something. I need to get rid of these things.
I also have some from the 40's,50's, and 60's- but I figure those classify as antiquity, no way I'm getting rid of those. Back when I started "collecting" them, I thought I was going to get ALL the back issues, and they'd be worth something. That was stupid- I have little enough room as it is. Especially since moving. I have two big boxes of the things, and they weigh a TON!The old ones, however- are considerably smaller, like pamplets (and thus are easily stored).
Little known Factoid:
Dave in "Dave's Diary" was NOT a real person. As dissapointing as this may be, it was really some doc who wrote for "Forecast". (way back when) The Looksmart website used to have an article on this- but I don't think its there anymore.(http://www.findarticles.com/)
Still no internet connection. I've spent the day over at the parents, cleaning/throwing away, etc.
I think something is up with my meter- anything under 150 makes me feel low. (No, my control is not that bad..) I would check it with control solution, but I can't find it! (the joys of moving)
Yesterday, I called for the results of my hb a1c. And, great news- its 0.1 lower then the last one! (I won't tell you how bad it was, but it was pretty bad) Suffice to say, the study coordinator was not impressed, but I was ok with it. Means I won't have to get another one next month- she'll give me a print-out, I'll take it to my endo, and hear the resulting lecture. Oy yah.
Having no internet connection, though, has made me more serious about working on my book. Been working on "it" for about two years now,its a culmination of diabetes poetry, lists, etc. Its almost ready to send to the publisher, just have to rearrange the order of various things. (The full content is there)
Coming soon to a bookstore near you, stay tuned!
Thursday, January 19, 2006
A Work of Art
Today, I got to be..
An artist.
Upon running out of work (in my department), we were immeadietly shipped back to Domestics. ("Dome" for short) Now, in Dome, they have enough picture frames/luggage sets/ugly household furniture to supply all the third world countries. A coworker and I, were duly put to work on the pottery jars, which stood two feet high (each)and weighed a ton. Each one had to be put in another box(standing 5 feet off the ground, I'm 5'2). Each one, shed a fine layer of brown/red/white/blue sediment over everything in its path. We got filthy, needless to say. For the rest of the day- (5 hours), I only checked my blood sugars at break (0nce)- because I was too filthy to do a fingerstick.I S.W.A.G'd to the extreme, but the break BG was 159. (not bad, in my book.) I drank a regular A&W (root beer) , I thought I was getting diet from the machine-but it was regular. And I wasn't going to waste that .65! It tasted weird, I never drink regular. (Even on lows)
So suppers blood sugar was 309.
Got the weekend off- yay!
An artist.
Upon running out of work (in my department), we were immeadietly shipped back to Domestics. ("Dome" for short) Now, in Dome, they have enough picture frames/luggage sets/ugly household furniture to supply all the third world countries. A coworker and I, were duly put to work on the pottery jars, which stood two feet high (each)and weighed a ton. Each one had to be put in another box(standing 5 feet off the ground, I'm 5'2). Each one, shed a fine layer of brown/red/white/blue sediment over everything in its path. We got filthy, needless to say. For the rest of the day- (5 hours), I only checked my blood sugars at break (0nce)- because I was too filthy to do a fingerstick.I S.W.A.G'd to the extreme, but the break BG was 159. (not bad, in my book.) I drank a regular A&W (root beer) , I thought I was getting diet from the machine-but it was regular. And I wasn't going to waste that .65! It tasted weird, I never drink regular. (Even on lows)
So suppers blood sugar was 309.
Got the weekend off- yay!
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
I'm Backkkkkkkkkkkkkk
I'll be perfectly honest-4 days of no internet access (whatsoever) just about killed me. And a week of no blogging, thats even worse..
So, much as I wanted to come back with a bang(and put up all kinds of cool pictures), the reality of the situation is, I still don't have internet access. The phone service not yet being in operation.
Friday night- Sunday night we had an Arctic Blast, complete with snow/rain. It was utterly miserable, moving in the stuff! Actually, we waited till the precipitation had slacked off and the only challenge was surviving the wind/mud puddles. My brother/dad moved the furniture- and I, moved much of the rest of my "stuff" in Nugget. I still have a few boxes, and a major cleanup job to do in my ex-room.
I've been dying to say this, and I'm going to. I'm not popular enough to get "tagged", but I'll still tell you 5 random facts about me you'd never guess...
#1 I once missed competing in National Jeopardy by a lousy five points. Jeopardy tryouts are very intense- you (along with about a hundred other Ken Jennings wanna-be's) are packed into this small room about the size of a sardine can. Fifty questions- 8 seconds per question. Never felt so dumb in my life, but if I hadn't been so nervous I'd have done better. People who survive the tryouts, go on the "wait" list for the Nationals.(I'll be back.) I felt slightly better, when someone else told me this was their third year (trying to get in). They did make it. We did, however, get this cool pink "Jeopardy" pen, which I later sold on Ebay, it got broken, and I had to refund the buyer's money...
#2 The first letters of the last names of all of my endos, go backward, starting at "C".
Clarke, Barrett, Anderson...
Next up? Zitney, when my current endo retires.
#3 I hate talking on the telephone-I sound like a cross between a frog croaking and a hyenea on laughing gas. Pity the poor person who gets to listen to a voice recording of THAT.
#4 I've given blood 27 times. Maybe its because there's so much PWD's AREN'T allowed to do, that makes me want to do this. And needles/IV's haven't bothered me in along time. I want to do this, in case my own kidneys hit the dirt in the future and I can't do it anymore. The first year after diagnosis, I couldn't do it, I had too many health challenges (lowering a1c, cataracts) or it'd have been more.
#5 I'd love to go hang gliding. I think it'd be so cool!
While packing/throwing stuff out, I came accross a 1959 copy of Dorland's medical dictionary. Just for fun, I turned to the "D" section.
diabetid- Cutenous manisfistation of diabetes. This might refer to the dark patches type 2's get- although back in 1959, who can tell. Before I was diagnosed with D, my skin was thicker and dryer.
diabetiphobia-Fear of diabetes. Hey, I've got that! haha. Any intelligent person realizes that its a serious disease. However, they might be talking about these hyperchondriacs who are absolutely convinced they've got/get it- despite normal GTT's and all of that. A person can find better diseases to worry about, in my humble opinion. Pick a cool disease, if you want to worry about something!
Had a new experience at the dentist's Monday. They checked my bp- using one of those wrist thingies! It was just a routine cleaning. They found two new cavities( ah, the joy) which are slated to be drilled in Feb. For the first 23 years of my life, I didn't get any- then I got five in one year. I am considering greatly cutting out diet coke/tea, (along with brushing more) I think thats whats doing it.
Living on my own is too cool. My landlady can (and will) talk a person to death, but she's ok.
I worry, though, about severe reactions and nobody being around. This is not a rational fear, the last time I had such a reaction was over 3 years ago- but its a fear nonetheless. Part of my symptom reportoire includes such fear anyway- and when I wake up in the middle of the night and stuff it for several hours, trying to get blood sugar back up, when it finally does go up I can't sleep. Its like the fear sticks around. Think I need a shrink?
So, much as I wanted to come back with a bang(and put up all kinds of cool pictures), the reality of the situation is, I still don't have internet access. The phone service not yet being in operation.
Friday night- Sunday night we had an Arctic Blast, complete with snow/rain. It was utterly miserable, moving in the stuff! Actually, we waited till the precipitation had slacked off and the only challenge was surviving the wind/mud puddles. My brother/dad moved the furniture- and I, moved much of the rest of my "stuff" in Nugget. I still have a few boxes, and a major cleanup job to do in my ex-room.
I've been dying to say this, and I'm going to. I'm not popular enough to get "tagged", but I'll still tell you 5 random facts about me you'd never guess...
#1 I once missed competing in National Jeopardy by a lousy five points. Jeopardy tryouts are very intense- you (along with about a hundred other Ken Jennings wanna-be's) are packed into this small room about the size of a sardine can. Fifty questions- 8 seconds per question. Never felt so dumb in my life, but if I hadn't been so nervous I'd have done better. People who survive the tryouts, go on the "wait" list for the Nationals.(I'll be back.) I felt slightly better, when someone else told me this was their third year (trying to get in). They did make it. We did, however, get this cool pink "Jeopardy" pen, which I later sold on Ebay, it got broken, and I had to refund the buyer's money...
#2 The first letters of the last names of all of my endos, go backward, starting at "C".
Clarke, Barrett, Anderson...
Next up? Zitney, when my current endo retires.
#3 I hate talking on the telephone-I sound like a cross between a frog croaking and a hyenea on laughing gas. Pity the poor person who gets to listen to a voice recording of THAT.
#4 I've given blood 27 times. Maybe its because there's so much PWD's AREN'T allowed to do, that makes me want to do this. And needles/IV's haven't bothered me in along time. I want to do this, in case my own kidneys hit the dirt in the future and I can't do it anymore. The first year after diagnosis, I couldn't do it, I had too many health challenges (lowering a1c, cataracts) or it'd have been more.
#5 I'd love to go hang gliding. I think it'd be so cool!
While packing/throwing stuff out, I came accross a 1959 copy of Dorland's medical dictionary. Just for fun, I turned to the "D" section.
diabetid- Cutenous manisfistation of diabetes. This might refer to the dark patches type 2's get- although back in 1959, who can tell. Before I was diagnosed with D, my skin was thicker and dryer.
diabetiphobia-Fear of diabetes. Hey, I've got that! haha. Any intelligent person realizes that its a serious disease. However, they might be talking about these hyperchondriacs who are absolutely convinced they've got/get it- despite normal GTT's and all of that. A person can find better diseases to worry about, in my humble opinion. Pick a cool disease, if you want to worry about something!
Had a new experience at the dentist's Monday. They checked my bp- using one of those wrist thingies! It was just a routine cleaning. They found two new cavities( ah, the joy) which are slated to be drilled in Feb. For the first 23 years of my life, I didn't get any- then I got five in one year. I am considering greatly cutting out diet coke/tea, (along with brushing more) I think thats whats doing it.
Living on my own is too cool. My landlady can (and will) talk a person to death, but she's ok.
I worry, though, about severe reactions and nobody being around. This is not a rational fear, the last time I had such a reaction was over 3 years ago- but its a fear nonetheless. Part of my symptom reportoire includes such fear anyway- and when I wake up in the middle of the night and stuff it for several hours, trying to get blood sugar back up, when it finally does go up I can't sleep. Its like the fear sticks around. Think I need a shrink?
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Auf Wiedersehn
This will be my last post in awhile. I don't have anything particurally brilliant to say... I won't find out the a1c results till Friday.
Meanwhile, if nothing else- I am finding all the stuff that I lost LAST time we moved. (7 years ago) I stick it in a safe place, so I at least won't lose the exact same things again. I'm attempting to make this an organized undertaking, but I'll probably end up losing something.
Sign(s) that I am hopelessly addicted to Ebay-
I need to get rid of ALOT of stuff, and here I am, needing more address labels. Its stupid, however, to buy them in bulk- since I don't yet know what my new address is! It doesn't help, also, that I seem to have hit a "streak" on finding things that I'm interested in. There is going to be alot of mail being redirected, at this rate. (To take the place of everything I'm getting rid of)
No lows today, whoo hoo! I'd like to put a rain check on having lows- they can resume when I'm happily settled in my new place.
Adios, stay safe, folks.
Meanwhile, if nothing else- I am finding all the stuff that I lost LAST time we moved. (7 years ago) I stick it in a safe place, so I at least won't lose the exact same things again. I'm attempting to make this an organized undertaking, but I'll probably end up losing something.
Sign(s) that I am hopelessly addicted to Ebay-
I need to get rid of ALOT of stuff, and here I am, needing more address labels. Its stupid, however, to buy them in bulk- since I don't yet know what my new address is! It doesn't help, also, that I seem to have hit a "streak" on finding things that I'm interested in. There is going to be alot of mail being redirected, at this rate. (To take the place of everything I'm getting rid of)
No lows today, whoo hoo! I'd like to put a rain check on having lows- they can resume when I'm happily settled in my new place.
Adios, stay safe, folks.
Monday, January 09, 2006
It's One Big Happy Type-1-berhood
Had one of those extra special "Connect with a fellow type 1" moments today. (of which, there are approximently FIVE in this area) Um, no, I take that back- there MUST be at least 20, cuz thats how many are slated to be in the latest research study..
This one is another Ultrasmart one. A1c(6x over course of year), pda, free strips, all of that. Super neat. $200 payment, and at the end of the year-a "Boost" mixed-meal glucose tolerance test. (for another $250) I'm assuming they really need to prove we're type 1's. On the morning of the test- you've gotta be between 70-200, ketone free. (or they'll reschedule it) Once they've checked bg and ketones, they put in an IV, you drink your Boost, and they measure your bg, c-peptide every 15 minutes (up to 2 hours). This should be interesting, last time I had a cpeptide I was 0.4 and 1,100 mg/dl. (diagnosis) All officially overseen by the Research Unit's "Test" endocrinologist, who probably never wanted to see me again 2.5 years ago when I flunked her driving study, and I'm sure will still remember me. At the end of the testing, you get insulin, and lunch (whatever you want! last time I had to bring most of it home, it was alot) and it is pretty good... I'm concerned about how high my bg is going to go in two hours (Boost + stress!) Starting out with no ketones is great, but I'll probably have them by the end! I need to look up how many carbs is in a can of Boost.
So, while lounging in the waiting room, waiting for my a1c I get into a conversation with another person in the research study. We swapped diabetes info, horrible hypo stories, etc. like all type 1's are wont to do- he'd been pumping 19 years, started in college. I'm sufficiently awed (5 years seems so rookie)
- and envious that his endo is also a type 1!
This one is another Ultrasmart one. A1c(6x over course of year), pda, free strips, all of that. Super neat. $200 payment, and at the end of the year-a "Boost" mixed-meal glucose tolerance test. (for another $250) I'm assuming they really need to prove we're type 1's. On the morning of the test- you've gotta be between 70-200, ketone free. (or they'll reschedule it) Once they've checked bg and ketones, they put in an IV, you drink your Boost, and they measure your bg, c-peptide every 15 minutes (up to 2 hours). This should be interesting, last time I had a cpeptide I was 0.4 and 1,100 mg/dl. (diagnosis) All officially overseen by the Research Unit's "Test" endocrinologist, who probably never wanted to see me again 2.5 years ago when I flunked her driving study, and I'm sure will still remember me. At the end of the testing, you get insulin, and lunch (whatever you want! last time I had to bring most of it home, it was alot) and it is pretty good... I'm concerned about how high my bg is going to go in two hours (Boost + stress!) Starting out with no ketones is great, but I'll probably have them by the end! I need to look up how many carbs is in a can of Boost.
So, while lounging in the waiting room, waiting for my a1c I get into a conversation with another person in the research study. We swapped diabetes info, horrible hypo stories, etc. like all type 1's are wont to do- he'd been pumping 19 years, started in college. I'm sufficiently awed (5 years seems so rookie)
- and envious that his endo is also a type 1!
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Nothin' much
Weekends are a prime time to catch up on sleep. Went to see "Cheaper by the Dozen 2" yesterday, it was funny (but the reviews weren't wrong on it being horribly acted).
I ate some of my Christmas chocolates today, and twenty minutes later threw up. Right out of the blue. I'm not a puking kind of person, the last time I did so was pre-dx. I ate some of them a few days ago- and it didn't do anything. Not sure if its the chocolates, or not..
Blood sugar is 166, so I can rule out getting sick off bg.
I ate some of my Christmas chocolates today, and twenty minutes later threw up. Right out of the blue. I'm not a puking kind of person, the last time I did so was pre-dx. I ate some of them a few days ago- and it didn't do anything. Not sure if its the chocolates, or not..
Blood sugar is 166, so I can rule out getting sick off bg.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Work
Boxes, boxes, everywhere. Gettin' ready to move...
And on the positive news front, at work yesterday the Union had a 1.5 hour discussion. The director (of the Mid-Atlantic group) came down from Maryland, it was a big affair. Since March of last year, we've been without a contract, every time management/ local Union tries to discuss it, one, or the other of them gets mad and stomps out of negotiations. I'm not kidding, they act like a bunch of two-year-olds. A month later- they try it again. So, in December they thought they had a pretty good contract ironed out, and took it to the Union to vote upon. (I wasn't there that day) It was overwhelmingly rejected, by about 4/1! Now, however, after 2 days of brutal discussion, they think they have a pretty good one. We'll get back pay (we haven't had a raise since our contract ran out) within two weeks, and, we'll have a new "incentive" program implemented. (without the risk of the company firing us, for not making "production" numbers- it will be strictly personal incentive)
Sounded pretty good to me, so I voted for it. Find out Monday if it passed...
Top Ten Indicators you've been at The Job (my job)too long!
1. You're looking forward to surgery- 6 weeks of being off work..
2. You wake up in a dead sweat, with the supivisor's "Who cut the (insert appropriate 4 letter word here) line off?!?" ringing through your brain.
3. You schedule your vacation time to fall on a Monday or Friday- so they can't make Saturday or Sunday mandatory (to work) for you..
4. You drop out of the Union, because you're on the black list of all the officers on it.
5.You've got it down to a second, how long you can hide in the bathroom before your overbearing supivisor comes looking for you.
6. All the security people know your name (because you've lost your badge too many times to count).
7. "VTO" is the best three letters in the English alphabet.
(volunteer time off- unofficial "layoff")
8. You've worked in all 19 departments. (I've only worked in 15 of them)
9. Your paycheck gets smaller every year.
10. Fire alarms don't alarm you- its probably just a test! (they test about 2-3 times a week, thus no one pays much attention when they do go off!)
And on the positive news front, at work yesterday the Union had a 1.5 hour discussion. The director (of the Mid-Atlantic group) came down from Maryland, it was a big affair. Since March of last year, we've been without a contract, every time management/ local Union tries to discuss it, one, or the other of them gets mad and stomps out of negotiations. I'm not kidding, they act like a bunch of two-year-olds. A month later- they try it again. So, in December they thought they had a pretty good contract ironed out, and took it to the Union to vote upon. (I wasn't there that day) It was overwhelmingly rejected, by about 4/1! Now, however, after 2 days of brutal discussion, they think they have a pretty good one. We'll get back pay (we haven't had a raise since our contract ran out) within two weeks, and, we'll have a new "incentive" program implemented. (without the risk of the company firing us, for not making "production" numbers- it will be strictly personal incentive)
Sounded pretty good to me, so I voted for it. Find out Monday if it passed...
Top Ten Indicators you've been at The Job (my job)too long!
1. You're looking forward to surgery- 6 weeks of being off work..
2. You wake up in a dead sweat, with the supivisor's "Who cut the (insert appropriate 4 letter word here) line off?!?" ringing through your brain.
3. You schedule your vacation time to fall on a Monday or Friday- so they can't make Saturday or Sunday mandatory (to work) for you..
4. You drop out of the Union, because you're on the black list of all the officers on it.
5.You've got it down to a second, how long you can hide in the bathroom before your overbearing supivisor comes looking for you.
6. All the security people know your name (because you've lost your badge too many times to count).
7. "VTO" is the best three letters in the English alphabet.
(volunteer time off- unofficial "layoff")
8. You've worked in all 19 departments. (I've only worked in 15 of them)
9. Your paycheck gets smaller every year.
10. Fire alarms don't alarm you- its probably just a test! (they test about 2-3 times a week, thus no one pays much attention when they do go off!)
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Experiments
(click, to see a larger image)Decided to conduct an experiment, to more fully grasp what goes on with the blood sugars after a high fat, high carb, meal. I chose supper- and ate 2 double cheeseburgers, medium fries, 6 packets ketchup, and diet tea. Estimated 140 carbohydrates. Pre-supper number was 144.
20 minutes later- 189.Bolused 5 units.
20 minutes later- 170. Bolused 2 units.
20 minutes later- 115.
20 minutes later- 68! Felt absolutely fine, but drank juice just in case it was still dropping.
10 minutes later- panic mode, eat 15 more carbs. Set temp rate on pump. Heart rate maxes out for the next 45 minutes.
An hour later- Back at 179. Went to bed.
12 AM- Woke up, thirstier then all get out. Drank 3 cups of water, then checked blood sugar. 522! That must have been from the "delayed" fat.
3:30- 320
6 AM- 175. Boy, those 170's are sure popular.
It looks much more dramatic on paper, I have a graph, but I can't find my digital camera so I can't take a picture.
And that, is what Mc Donald's does to one's blood sugar. I must still been sensitive to that afternoon's exercise. (usually, after a high fat, high carb meal I go high, and stay high) I have bolusing for Pizza Hut down to a fine science, but Mc Donalds, obviously not!)
Chapter 4 in BGAT is about exercise. Each week's graph gets more complex- now I'm estimating bg, scanning for "signs", graphing estimated bg, checking if insulin action is H,M, L; checking if carb action is h, m, l; checking if exercise is H,M, L, estimating next blood sugar (that one makes NO sense- how the heck do I know what my bg will be in 3 hours???), and graphing actual bg. It stopped being fun- now, its something I need to get done..
Only 3 more chapters to go!!!!!!
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Got Debt?
Got a car? Check.
Health Insurance? Check.
A Job? Check.
A diploma? 3/4 Check.
A place to hang your hat? Ummmm....
Debt? Yes!
In the wonderful world of retail, its that magical time of year known as "Inventory Time."
Where, for the next month, we stick cute little yellow Post-Inventory stickers on the paperwork orders, use blue striped Post-Inventory tape (every year, its a differant color- last year was yellow) on everything, and take stock of Whats Hot, Whats Not as we plan our processing for 2006. Don't ask me whats hot- I'm just the hired help... I like inventory time, though!
My life-on-the-edge has been temporarily put on hold, I've come down with a cold. As what I plan to do requires absolute healthness, I've post-poned my plans.
Instead, I went apartment hunting.
And found an affordable house, two blocks from work.
I'll probably get it....
And take a hiatus from blogging for awhile. (Till I get settled in)
.
Health Insurance? Check.
A Job? Check.
A diploma? 3/4 Check.
A place to hang your hat? Ummmm....
Debt? Yes!
In the wonderful world of retail, its that magical time of year known as "Inventory Time."
Where, for the next month, we stick cute little yellow Post-Inventory stickers on the paperwork orders, use blue striped Post-Inventory tape (every year, its a differant color- last year was yellow) on everything, and take stock of Whats Hot, Whats Not as we plan our processing for 2006. Don't ask me whats hot- I'm just the hired help... I like inventory time, though!
My life-on-the-edge has been temporarily put on hold, I've come down with a cold. As what I plan to do requires absolute healthness, I've post-poned my plans.
Instead, I went apartment hunting.
And found an affordable house, two blocks from work.
I'll probably get it....
And take a hiatus from blogging for awhile. (Till I get settled in)
.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Wahhhhhhhhhh
Last day of Christmas Vacation- tomarrow, its back to the o'le grindstone.
Rang in the New Year in true diabetes conscious style- dinner date at the Golden Corral, (In which I demonstrated extreme (unusual) maturity, did not eat too much and SKIPPED DESSERT ENTIRELY. My endo would be so proud!) followed by lots of walking around downtown. It was pretty cold, and there were alot of food/hot drink vendors out. We were considering getting coffee, until we passed a stand offering free food/drinks. Still stuffed(food-wise) from dinner, but their hot cinnamon apple tea was the best! Music, fireworks, the "Ball Drop", and a 121 blood sugar completed the evening's festivities. (But no diamond ring-sigh)
Nice and rainy today, which is precisely what its doing on the other side of the country. (Rose Bowl) Finally figured out how to operate my heater/defogger/windshield wipers. (Nugget didn't come with a manuel) I probably should go back to the car place, and get it..(maybe they just forgot to give it to me) I still haven't figured out how to change the clock time.
Tomarrow: Back to work, and the latest shocker that I haven't consulted the medical authorites about. No, this doesn't involve pregnancy, but this being a New Year, I feel the need to do something wild. Stay tuned.
Rang in the New Year in true diabetes conscious style- dinner date at the Golden Corral, (In which I demonstrated extreme (unusual) maturity, did not eat too much and SKIPPED DESSERT ENTIRELY. My endo would be so proud!) followed by lots of walking around downtown. It was pretty cold, and there were alot of food/hot drink vendors out. We were considering getting coffee, until we passed a stand offering free food/drinks. Still stuffed(food-wise) from dinner, but their hot cinnamon apple tea was the best! Music, fireworks, the "Ball Drop", and a 121 blood sugar completed the evening's festivities. (But no diamond ring-sigh)
Nice and rainy today, which is precisely what its doing on the other side of the country. (Rose Bowl) Finally figured out how to operate my heater/defogger/windshield wipers. (Nugget didn't come with a manuel) I probably should go back to the car place, and get it..(maybe they just forgot to give it to me) I still haven't figured out how to change the clock time.
Tomarrow: Back to work, and the latest shocker that I haven't consulted the medical authorites about. No, this doesn't involve pregnancy, but this being a New Year, I feel the need to do something wild. Stay tuned.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Gold Nugget(s)
This is my new car, this is "Nugget." Officially Christened thus, when my dad asked me how much gold (aka years of my life) it was going to take to pay it off. Nugget and I, have a bond already. (both get joked about)Last night, I had a dramatic Diabetes Nightmare, and I wasn't allowed to check my blood sugar during the dream. (I have the weirdest D dreams) I woke up, and my blood sugar was 263. Who says dreams can't induce stress, thus sub-consciously raising the blood glucose?
Last day of 2005- don't forget, that'll make it one less year to the 5 year cure..
Yippee!
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Little Steps
Rome wasn't built in a day. Rome wasn't built in a day...
I'm feeling frustrated over this blog. Can't find the right place to plug in the html- so it will get to looking how I WANT it to look.
So, I'm taking this in baby steps. Thinking about the one thing that bugs me the most- and attempt to fix that, not take on the whole mess. Reviewing the help links ad nauseum. It will eventually get through. (to my thick head)
Vacation week, so I'm mainly just chillin'. My gp wants to see me again(and having put the appointment off several weeks, its time to go take my medicine like a women), the appointment is for today.
I know why he wants to see me. Officially, its to discuss my neuro-opth appointment, but really, its to discuss my latest a1c/diabetes control..Last time I saw him for something(in Oct.) he took my a1c again. (I'd had it done 2 weeks prior-at endo appointment) Unfortuantly, it was .5 higher then it was at the endo's, which put him in a very agitated state of mind.
Do you have any idea what you're doing to yourself??!??
I must confess, even I did a double take when they told me what the a1c was. It was not good, and while I could partially blame it on August's hospitilization, it was time to get more serious about post-meal numbers.
So I attempted to improve that.But I'm not letting him take another a1c. He's not a jerk, he yells because he's genuinely concerned, but its not a matter of simple will power, (My next a1c will be 5.5, no sweat!) and that, he doesn't understand. He apologized once for yelling at me. I'm thick skinned anyway, it bounced right off.
I'm feeling frustrated over this blog. Can't find the right place to plug in the html- so it will get to looking how I WANT it to look.
So, I'm taking this in baby steps. Thinking about the one thing that bugs me the most- and attempt to fix that, not take on the whole mess. Reviewing the help links ad nauseum. It will eventually get through. (to my thick head)
Vacation week, so I'm mainly just chillin'. My gp wants to see me again(and having put the appointment off several weeks, its time to go take my medicine like a women), the appointment is for today.
I know why he wants to see me. Officially, its to discuss my neuro-opth appointment, but really, its to discuss my latest a1c/diabetes control..Last time I saw him for something(in Oct.) he took my a1c again. (I'd had it done 2 weeks prior-at endo appointment) Unfortuantly, it was .5 higher then it was at the endo's, which put him in a very agitated state of mind.
Do you have any idea what you're doing to yourself??!??
I must confess, even I did a double take when they told me what the a1c was. It was not good, and while I could partially blame it on August's hospitilization, it was time to get more serious about post-meal numbers.
So I attempted to improve that.But I'm not letting him take another a1c. He's not a jerk, he yells because he's genuinely concerned, but its not a matter of simple will power, (My next a1c will be 5.5, no sweat!) and that, he doesn't understand. He apologized once for yelling at me. I'm thick skinned anyway, it bounced right off.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Mice need chocolate, too
This is the story of a mouse, a stash of chocolate, and a meter. One night, El Mouso decided to switch bedrooms, and take up residence in a closet- where he discovered a now-forgotten stash of liquor chocolates. He proceeded to eat THEM ALL, and leave the little bits of tin foil.Do you know whats worse then a live mouse? A drunk, dead mouse. Put out some more sticky traps tonight. I hope that mouse dies of hypoglycemia.. I didn't even get to taste those chocolates!
The meter part (of this story) comes when the owner of the closet discovered the little bits of chewed up tin foil, shrieked, went up 50 points, and then tested.
At this point of the story, I should mention that I keep my alcoholic beverage stash in my closet. (closed containers, though!) Periodically, families of mice come to visit, (this is a farmhouse) and I put out traps and catch them. This might expain why I once discovered a dead mouse in my bed (when I got up in the morning). Maybe he got drunk, crawled into bed, and was summarily squashed.
I don't like mice.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Bolus Baby, Bolus!
Had a wonderful holiday, but haven't seen a number under 180 in two days. Overnight- well, overnight I've ranged 400-500. Major dawn phenomenon, or something! Taking a bolus right before bed does not help.
So, is it...
1. The inactivity
2. My insulin going bad
3. All of the fat-protein kicking in
4. The alcohol I've been consuming in large quantities
Forget the carb factor-I am more then generously bolusing for them!
This morning- upon facing another holiday eating marathon(eggs, pancakes, biscuits/gravy, juice,eggnog, fruit salad, fruit platter, sausages, coffeecakes), and a 390 blood sugar-I knew it was going to be rough, just tasting each item, without losing it. As the ketostix revealed large ketones- first I took a shot, 15 units. 1.5 hrs later, I was 225. Slightly less nauseus, so I put in a valient effort toward breakfast, and shot another 12 units. I guess it really doesn't matter- as long as the insulin gets in! I know my set is still good, it was working last night..(well, relatively, I was 190's) I've decided to keep shooting it, since obviously neither it, nor bolusing, is doing much good. My usual correction factor is 1/40, 1 u/10 carbs...
12 pm- Now I'm 205, time for another 3 units. I've just bolused more insulin (just to handle one meal) then I generally take TOTAL, in a day!
2:45 pm- Went to see "Narnia" again, with the family. 139 now, ketones trace. Ate popcorn, bolused, drank a liter of diet coke.
4:50 pm- 193. 5 more units- 15 carbs chocolate. Don't think I'll ever get rid of these darn ketones! Still trace.
6 pm- Another sumptuous feast of mashed taters, potroast, cornbread, saurkraut, mincemeat pie-cake-cookies, tea, carrots/peas, fruit salad. If I weren't so high, I'd be packing on quite a bit of weight off all this! (not that being high is better then gaining weight!) This time,
I ate lightly, and shoveled in 10 units insulin.
9:30 pm- 153,no ketones. Mystery of the high blood glucoses solved, I now have a fever. Feels like the start of the flu.
My parents didn't pay for the car- but they did pay for a alternate method of transportation. (new bicycle) Tomarrow, I intend to pick that out.
New bike- new car loan- lots of sugarfree candy(I still have a box from last Christmas..) its been a great holiday!
:-)
So, is it...
1. The inactivity
2. My insulin going bad
3. All of the fat-protein kicking in
4. The alcohol I've been consuming in large quantities
Forget the carb factor-I am more then generously bolusing for them!
This morning- upon facing another holiday eating marathon(eggs, pancakes, biscuits/gravy, juice,eggnog, fruit salad, fruit platter, sausages, coffeecakes), and a 390 blood sugar-I knew it was going to be rough, just tasting each item, without losing it. As the ketostix revealed large ketones- first I took a shot, 15 units. 1.5 hrs later, I was 225. Slightly less nauseus, so I put in a valient effort toward breakfast, and shot another 12 units. I guess it really doesn't matter- as long as the insulin gets in! I know my set is still good, it was working last night..(well, relatively, I was 190's) I've decided to keep shooting it, since obviously neither it, nor bolusing, is doing much good. My usual correction factor is 1/40, 1 u/10 carbs...
12 pm- Now I'm 205, time for another 3 units. I've just bolused more insulin (just to handle one meal) then I generally take TOTAL, in a day!
2:45 pm- Went to see "Narnia" again, with the family. 139 now, ketones trace. Ate popcorn, bolused, drank a liter of diet coke.
4:50 pm- 193. 5 more units- 15 carbs chocolate. Don't think I'll ever get rid of these darn ketones! Still trace.
6 pm- Another sumptuous feast of mashed taters, potroast, cornbread, saurkraut, mincemeat pie-cake-cookies, tea, carrots/peas, fruit salad. If I weren't so high, I'd be packing on quite a bit of weight off all this! (not that being high is better then gaining weight!) This time,
I ate lightly, and shoveled in 10 units insulin.
9:30 pm- 153,no ketones. Mystery of the high blood glucoses solved, I now have a fever. Feels like the start of the flu.
My parents didn't pay for the car- but they did pay for a alternate method of transportation. (new bicycle) Tomarrow, I intend to pick that out.
New bike- new car loan- lots of sugarfree candy(I still have a box from last Christmas..) its been a great holiday!
:-)
Saturday, December 24, 2005
The Day before Christmas
Mommy, Daddy, all I really want for Christmas is this 1999 Chevy Cavalier...
It is a beut, that I grant you. Its gold colored. If I transfer to the University of Virginia, (nursing) I'll fit right in. (their official mascot is a Cavalier) But the price tag gave me heart burn.
Auggggggggh I could get a new pump for this! Are you sure you people won't take a trade-in on my MiniMed 508?
Ok, so I'm not very experienced in these matters- cars #1, and 2 were bought with cash, and I've never taken out a loan before. I've excellent credit (card) history- but that doesn't precisely cut it for a high profile loan. So my brother had to cosign for it..
This is Saturday, at 12:30 pm. Most places are already closed down for the holidays. But our friendly local used-car salesman was more then willing to keep showing us things till I made up my mind.
Its a good car- maybe it will last me another 10 years, till I'm nice and rich. Or nice and married, whichever comes first.I'm satisfied.
So Tuesday, we'll go back in and wrap up the deal. Makes me dizzy thinking about it. Its scary, committing to a loan!
Tonight, we have our annual Scroogefest. Basically, a bunch of friends come over, we watch "Scrooge", (Albert Finney version) eat and drink way too much, and get in the holiday mood. Pretty much fun. Wil- I second what you said about blood sugar goals for the next 2 days- staying out of a coma is my goal as well!
And on this Christmas Eve, what else do I get? A friendly
"Don't-forget-to-complete-your-next-chapter-of-BGAT" reminder email.
Man, cut me a break. Don't these people have any sense of timing???? I have been very lax on my homework the past few days, but I fortuantly have the US-Ultra cable, so I can just download my numbers and plug in a few reasonable sounding guesses...
Off to change my resevoir, infusion set, battery, tubing...
Friday, December 23, 2005
Merry Christmas(I think)
Got this at a CWD conferance. I'm not a kid- but I found it to be inspiring. Shots are just a pain in the butt(to remember), to me...
My ride (brother) forgot about me yesterday evening. Got off at 3:30 pm-at 6:45, a friend picked me up. Otherwise, I'd still be at work, celebrating Christmas with the mice and bugs and other critters that inhabit distrobution centers. Finished up Xmas shopping, picked up prescriptions.
Food is the hardest thing about holidays. My sister, in particular, makes things challenging. Says I can't drink alcohol, yet proceeds to bring such carbohydrate laden foods that I can't eat much of it as I don't know the carb count.. I proceed to drink the alcohol anyway, and deal with the disapproving stares. I rarely drink alcohol, its always in limited quantities, and I (like anyone else) like a special treat around the holidays. Unfortuantly, she doesn't listen when I try to give some basic education regarding such matters.
Sister gets in this evening. (for 4 days) I hope I survive.
Merry Christmas to all you fellow bloggers!(and Happy Hannukah...)
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