I love my Endocrinologist. Dr. Chennubhotla is just awesome. He remembers everything, even the very first day he saw me in the Hospital in October 2009. He never has to look at my chart to always remember everything we have ever discussed or tried in my ongoing battle with diabetes. And now that I’ve been diagnosed with Osteoarthritis and Osteoporosis too, he’s flat out said he’s going to manage it because it can go hand in hand with my diabetes.
He’s had me on just Victoza for a while and my averages are still on the high side in the 150s. So he’s added a long time release insulin, Levemir, 20 units that I take once a day just like my Victoza 1.8 units (both are injections). He also gave me a brand new VerioIQ OneTouch Meter. Damn this thing is high freaking tech! It does everything except do the tango. He gave both me and mom these meter’s free of charge.
Mom and I always make our tri-monthly appointments together so he sees us both at the same time and he’s just super. If we need ANYTHING we just have to call and he’s on it, PERSONALLY. He calls insurance companies (like when they kept denying my Victoza in the beginning.) He’s always got the greatest positive attitude, and he’s one of those doctors you know is in his profession because HE WANTS TO BE and genuinely enjoys helping people.
So let’s hope the addition of this low dose insulin will do the trick and bring the numbers down just those few points more where it needs to be. Managing Diabetes isn’t easy and it’s always evolving as your body evolves and changes, but I have an awesome captain of this ship who really takes a personal interest in my well-being. I wish everyone that suffered with my kind of hard to treat diabetes had this man as their Endocrinologist.
My New Meter is also awesome, it’s lovely when your doctor gives you stuff for free, especially geeky high tech meters. I also love OneTouch’s new DELICA lancet system, can’t feel it at all now when I prick my fingers and I only need the tiniest sample for the new meter and have results in 5 seconds. Pretty bad ass little gadget.
Type II diabetics also rarely if EVER develop Diabetic Ketoacidosis. It's almost exclusively a type I diabetic problem. So that is the real cause for concern, my body did a WTF moment for everyone.
I am however feeling much better this morning (Even if I can't sleep with a roommate who moans and whimpers and snores 24/7 awake or asleep.) And my blood sugar is back in normal ranges, 120 just a little while ago.
so I should stop spewing ketones everywhere now, which is a good thing so I can start getting rid of the toxins in my body now.
I wrote the other day about the new diagnosis and that the doctor had given me some new medication to take care of the osteoarthritis and osteoporosis.
Well... I took just one day's dose... and had to be rushed to the E.R. very early this morning and losing consciousness. I developed almost fatal diabetic ketoacidosis. While I was sleeping the new medications made my blood sugar spike to 492 and Cookie and Needy are responsible for waking me up and I dialed 911 immediately.
My Cats saved my life.
I've been admitted for watch to make sure my kidney's don't shut down on me. I'll be here 2-4 days or so. It could have been much worse. I could have easily slipped into a diabetic coma last night.
Cookie and Needy are very literally lifesavers and I am in and out of confusion and clarity moments. This is a quick moment of clarity so I am posting and now I'm napping.
Sort of... I'm back from our Washington DC vacation and it was awesome, I took somewhere in the vicinity of 1200 pictures.
I got to do the rally, convention, sightseeing, friend glomping (I miss you already Winde!!!!) and all of it while hurting like a son of a bitch.
I mean BAD hurting. The "Please put a bullet between my eyes and end my suffering" kind of pain. In my right hip and lower back. It started when I was walking on the first day and got progressively worse. The longer I walked the worse it kept getting.
Now I knew my back was messed up from a myriad of car accidents over my lifetime. But this was not my normal pain, this was my pain on steroids. And my Right hip I could feel bones grinding, literally.
I just got back from the doctor. I suspected Arthritis.
YUP. I thought so, she confrimed it.
But, the "You're shitting me" news... I also apparently have degenerative bone disease. She's going to confirm her diagnosis with a specialist and is sending me over to an orthopedic surgeon.
But she was looking at my x rays and flat out said "This would be fairly normal for an 80 year old women with osteoporosis. You are 40... this is very concerning."
Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck fuck.
Well at least now she freaking believes me when I say I am in PAIN 24/7 on a GOOD DAY. The kind of pain that no over the counter pain pill touches worth a damn. Unless I swallow unhealthy amounts ... which I can't because of my liver and kidney issues. I can't tank up on Tylenol (liver) or Ibuprofen/Aleve (Kidneys).
So I have some of the good crap now to tide me over until I can get into the ortho.
I'll carry on like I always do. Nothing else I can do.
Let me describe tonight...
Begin: My techno-UNSAVVY hubby has no idea how his phone works for the most part. He has no clue how to set up things. He can talk on it and text on it but anything else concerning the features on his HTC DASH are way to "SMART" for my brilliant (yes incredibly DUMB at times) hubby.
So I go in there to set up something for him and he gets a text and I notice his phone is like CHOKED with text messages (He does not know how to delete them, I'm not kidding.)
He goes "Who texted me?"
Me: "Some chick named Monica"
John: "Oh, that's my friend Jon's Sister."
Me: "Oh. Was she that really quiet girl *describe her appearance* that came with Jon to the Xmas party?"
John: "Yup. They didn't stay long."
Me: "I know and she just kind of stared at me HARD like I was growing horns."
Then I notice John has a lot of texts from Monica, some he has never even read, like 50 text he hadn't read yet.
*I* have never texted him that often.
Like in the entire five years we've been together, I may have texted him 20 times? Usually "OI, go to the store... Buy *THIS ___________*" kind of shopping list texts.
John was like: "Eh? HOW MANY?"
So I stared to read them out to him. She has texted my husband EVERY SINGLE DAY, multiple times a day since around two weeks before Thanksgiving... (Prior to that is was every week or so, one or two texts... nothing unusual, but after John met up with his friend and Monica one weekend for lunch the texts suddenly began to be obsessive... I can pinpoint the exact day Monica fell in love with my Husband. The Day he had lunch with her brother, and her for about 2 hours one Sunday afternoon in November. That's when the "Damsel in Distress" texts began...)
And as I read them. She's one of these women who "Needs rescuing"
She was sending things like:
"I'm so lonely"
"I'm sorry I text all the time, don't be mad at me"
"Do you think I'm likable?"
"What do you think about: ______________"
"I lost X amount of pounds!"
"Want to meet for Coffee?" (My husband despises Coffee)
"Want to come to my mother's house for Coffee?" (Your mother's house? really?)
"I don't know what to do, some man just admonished me for not reading the Gideon Bible." (WHAT THE FUCK? I am not making this shit up.)
"Are you Okay?"
"What are you doing?"
"Is Saturday a good time to meet for lunch"
"Do you think I'm attractive to men?" (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! WTH?)
"Am I pretty?"
"Sorry I text so much, you must be tired of my texts. Is it okay if I text you like this?" (Fishing for a response from John)
and so forth and so on...
I mean these are inappropriate messages you send to a MARRIED MAN.
I'm like. "John, Monica is IN LOVE WITH YOU. She's headlong into a major crush."
My Hubby (Bless his oblivious ass) was like: "....... O_O ...... WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!"
Me: John you DOOFUS you haven't read any of these. She's desperately wanting you to "rescue" her. (We all know these sorts of clingy women who need male validation and play the damsel in distress card.)
I feel really SORRY for her actually.
She's not all that attractive really, she could be, but her choices in fashion and hairstyle are NOT working in her favor. She's rather into "Goth" fashion that really looks good on NOBODY over the age of 18 (and even then it's pushing it), especially really heavy women in their late 30's. Her hair is dyed a terrible MATTE black and is naturally curly and sort of... "stuck in a light socket" styled. Thick, big black rimmed glasses, black lipstick wearing... etc... you can see the picture yes?
And it explains a lot to me about her and my very few brushes with her.
The one time I answered John's cell (Well, I answer it a lot because he is always forgetting it at home, but I only answered it once when she was calling him.) It was the beginning of December-ish. John was taking a nap and I so I answered the phone it said "Monica" on the screen and I knew this was John's friend's sister. (Before I ever laid eyes on her, I just knew about her from John. He mentioned that when he had lunch with his friend (Jon), he met his friend's sister MONICA and my hubby is sociable and will talk to anyone.)
In HINDSIGHT... what I had likened to just being SHY, she was like all tounge tied and shocked that *I* answered the phone and wouldn't leave a message with me when I said he was napping and she said "Oh it's nothing important, I'll call later." and hung up.
I didn't think anything about it.
Then at the Christmas party a week or so later that we hosted for our Freethinkers group, she showed up with her brother and glared daggers at me for the few seconds I was in her presence. (I was just walking past with a plate of food for John and I just briefly said hello to John's friend (also Jon, cause I recognize him we've been introduced formally.) and I wondered who the goth chick was (I wasn't introduced to) hovering next to her brother's elbow... My hubby told me later that was his friend's sister. Oh, okay. She seemed shy. Again I never thought ANYTHING about it.
I really had no time with her really and we did not speak. I didn't know who she was and there were a hundred people in my house so my attention was everywhere. (We hold the yearly party in our vacant condo if it's not being rented. Lots of space for huge parties in an EMPTY Condo)
But it explains *WHY* I was getting the look of death and they left a few minutes later.
She was hoping to be at a party with my husband and was counting on me NOT BEING THERE. (Because I am usually NOT there. I'm sick frequently. But I was having a good day that day.)
But it all makes sense and I explained it to my husband and he was all: "OMGOMGOMGWTGBBQ How do I fix this? This is... EW NO! AH!" He was in panic mode and then all "OMG HONEY I'm NOT CHEATING."
I had to laugh. I know he's not cheating. I always know where he is at any given minute of the day really. And if he's not at work (Where my MOTHER is his office manager), he is HOME WITH ME. I trust him implicitly. He has good moral fiber and we've both been cheated on in past relationships, we KNOW what that shit feels like.
But it's so sad to see that some poor woman has her sights on a man who is just not ever going to be available. He's MARRIED... To Me. And we are quite happily married.
John has decided he's going to talk to his friend Jon and have HIM deal with his sister. Cause we don't want to hurt her feelings, because it's just all around SAD. And it could have gone on so much longer if I hadn't checked text messages John never remembers to check and does not know how to delete.
There were so many unread texts from Monica it really isn't funny. So she texts him and she never gets texts back from him. It's sad she hasn't let that deter her from trying to get her hooks into my hubster.
There's just no easy way to dash her hopes without her crying over it I'm sure. That's the saddest part.
This drives me crazy when I read it: "I write Fanfictions".
No you do not.
You would never say "I write fictions". You would say "I write fictional stories" or "I write fiction". FICTION by definition just describes the type of stories you write not the quantity of material.
So please stop pluralizing a word incorrectly. STOP IT!
"I have written a lot of fanfictions." No!
"I have written a lot of fanfiction stories." YES!
Just because you added the word fan to fiction does not negate proper usage of the word fiction.
I'm actually appalled that this is not common sense and I see this affront to the English Language at least once a day. STOP IT!
This first class is so banal I want to scrub my brain with comet cleaner and bleach. My fellow “students” wouldn’t know a spell-check button if it leaped up and bit them in the ass, they cannot seem to communicate in anything other than rudimentary Neanderthal text slang, nor can they form coherent sentences.
If I read their posts out loud in a Russian accent, they may on occasion make some sense. The “Instructor” (and I use the term loosely) has not ever actually responded to a discussion directly, as in, give actual personal feedback.
He posts only links to YouTube Videos, I’m serious. Not a single OUNCE of personalized direction to a single student. Never once address the complete and utter mutilation of the English Language that takes place from EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY CLASSMATES.
I think I am the ONLY student who is seeking an actual degree and not “Homeland Security” or “Medical Billing” dime-a-dozen online degree programs.
Then, the TA marks me down for; get this, not INDENTING Paragraphs.
1.) This is online discussion and never is it stated that is a requirement.
2.) In fact your PDF on “Paragraph Guidelines” never mentions it; the document itself does not have indented paragraphs.
When you marked me down you cited that I was expected to know that you follow antiquated APA guidelines and the Purdue OWL method. Another University’s guidelines. How was I supposed to magically obtain this information when it is not presented in any instructions or your own universities PARAGRAPH GUIDELINES PDF DOCUMENT?
You also marked me down for a “Failure to provide personal examples of my key points.”
How did you expect me to do this when I am LIMITED to two paragraphs? That is rather inhumanly possible to do. I gave you a concise and to the point THREE paragraph essay (I already went over the limit and that was nearly the death of me frankly.)
So I protest my lowered grade and you frankly insulted me with this sentence describing how to provide detail in 2 paragraphs:
“This compels the writer to be specific and concise, which is an important skill to learn.”
I believe I have this concept understood. Especially, and I hate to sound arrogant, when I am just beyond frustrated, but in dealing with the online classroom environment so far and the terrible spelling, grammar, chatspeak, and similar nightmares of mutilated English language skills that I have encountered in just a few weeks I’m beginning to question my choices in choosing Ashford. The standards don’t seem particularly high if what I have seen so far is anything close to the “norm”. So sufficed to say I was rather shocked that I was being marked down for demonstrating restraint and “being concise and to the point” when the comparative “curve” is anything but.
Compared to my classmates written communication skills, I feel like I’m in a room full of chimps that can maybe “sign” for a banana after they fling POO at that janitor.
Not to mention your god damn enrollment ”cheerleader” calls me every fucking day to “check my progress” and I tell her point blank I think I’m in a room full of morons, the teacher is absent and not earning his paycheck, the TA is grading on standards NOT DISCLOSED and I’m seriously considering yanking myself out of your university completely.
I’m paying for an education I am NOT receiving and if I have to look at one more post in comic sans with a person who cannot spell the word “you” or “step” or another BASIC three or four letter WORD correctly I will stop being politically correct and giving people HONEST feedback that will NOT be sugar coated anymore.
Or I will simply tell you to shove my financial aid up your ASSES, call Sallie Mae and revoke my approval of funds and sue you for breach of contract. Because I am certainly not learning a damn useful thing in this BOGUS introductory class of nothing but COMMON SENSE bullshit. I am ready to gouge my eyes out with a spork if I have to read one more post that reads like Ralphie Parker’s “Theme” on the Red Ryder BB Gun from a Christmas Story. I expect that kind of essay from a ten year old, NOT from a working professional adult who should have cultivated communication skills beyond that of a forth-grader!
At least Ralphie knows how to spell. He shames every single one of my classmates in that department.
Why yes, I’m slightly pissed off can you tell?
this was also in Ro's care package...
The best pencil sharpener ever!
everybody should have warped and twisted friends like you babe! I never know what is going to be in that innocent looking brown box until I open it.
where do you find all this crazy shit?
I got your Christmas/New years care package!!!
Look at all the Booty!
Starting with the Best Christmas Card Ever!!!
Then another Key necklace! Lily made me one too! Now I wonder what doors or boxes they open!
Samhain and pretty Agate (I think) earrings and a beautiful turquoise bracelet:
Ludwig Mit Bier und wurst
and the most beautiful chocolates I have ever seen! It's a shame to eat them, but two have already bit the dust!
Thank you so much sweetheart!!!! xoxoxo I love it! You spoil me girl!
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