A New Appreciation for Breakfast Sandwiches

Today was lab work day… so in a few days, I should be able to see if all of this extra insulin and random hypoglycemia is actually making my A1Cs better. (It certainly isn’t making my waistline any better because I feel like I’m eating every 20 minutes.) Anyway, this morning, my awkward orange vat and I travelled back to my clinic to be tested. And since I was killing two orders with one stone, I was also cautiously teetering near hypo-ville while fasting.

I always get nervous when I go to a new hospital for lab work. I have a very specific arm and very specific vein that bleeds out… well, specifically. My right arm never wants to work and don’t even come near the veins in my hand without a fight. I went to the same clinic for years before I switched insurance plans because they just knew how to make everything as painless as possible.

So, of course, my tech is chatty. Like to the point of tedium. Or… “I’m just going to talk too much with the hope that you’ll forget I’m jabbing your arm with a needle.” And she also missed the vein the first time and started digging. DIGGING! Then said “oh you need to relax because the vein is hiding from me.” WTF? Of COURSE it’s hiding from you.

More chatting. <band head here>

Then she is waiting for the last vial to fill and starts PUSHING the needle in FURTHER.

What I should have said:

Instead I say: “Oh… no, you aren’t hurting me. Oh, I need to do a micro-albumin test after this? Because the awkward orange vat isn’t enough for y’all. Okay.”

Finally free of my new not-so-favorite new place, I treat myself to a much needed Skinny Vanilla Latte and a Turkey Bacon and Egg breakfast sandwich. I don’t think I’ve ever had something so delicious.

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House Arrest

“Living” in my holiday decor…

My goal today was to complete something that I had been putting off for a number of weeks. Mostly because I dreaded doing it and I really didn’t have a spare day I could dedicate to just staying home.

Many PWDs know what a pain in the ass a 24 hour urine test is. And if you don’t know what it is, feel free to look it up. (And if you know me personally, try to keep the awkwardness to a minimum.)

The horrible thing about this test, besides being gross and a little outdated, is that I’m landlocked inside my house. And since I usually escape from my house at least once a day just to, you know, be a human being, this was especially tedious. Where is the hubs, you may ask? He went to go visit his ‘rents because we didn’t travel this holiday as planned.

So that left me home alone with the cats and a lot of Netflix on Demand. And that horrid orange container and a water bottle. (Because we gotta show that my kidneys are fully functioning ALL.FREAKING.DAY.) …sigh.

To keep myself sane, I let my inner Martha Stewart loose in my house. I decorated for the upcoming holiday season for approximately 5 hours. Since I couldn’t go anywhere, I was limited by what I had purchased on Black Friday and whatever we had packed away. Which – for only living here for 5 years – is a LOT. Despite my best efforts and Pinned suggestions, I kinda gave up after the glitter and styrofoam got to be a nuisance. And my back started really killing me for not being in shoes with arch supports. And I was really tired of watching non-stop How I Met Your Mother.

So here is what I could come up with on limited resources. Tomorrow is the big lab day!