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Oh Ridiculous.

It's been a very long day.  No, I would rather not wake up early, thanks.

Wake up early, pry the cat from the top of my head (this morning, she was actually combing through my hair with her paws.  This needs to stop.), toddle off to the shower, dress for this once-again freakishly warm late September day, scurry to work. 

Once the apartment door clicks locked behind me, remember that my lunch and snacks are still waiting patiently on the kitchen counter.  Fumble with my janitor-worthy set of keys, grab the sandwich, cucumber slices, tupperware of green beans, and the Balance bar off the counter and shove it all into the depths of my purse. 

Drive to work.  Sing loudly in the car as I wait at the stoplight, only to notice that a co-worker is behind me.  Pretend to be yawning.  Blush furiously.  Upon arriving in the parking lot, ask co-worker if she saw me singing my lungs out.  She nods no.  Blush subsides.

Work is a whirlwind of articles, columns, Blogabetes, Photoshop fun, iced coffee, a random fashion show (please, don't ask), a visit from a co-worker's adorable trio of little kids, and emails.  Lots and lots of emails. 

Stress is at a solid high, but my blood sugars aren't reflecting it.  For some reason, blood sugars are remaining well-behaved, playing gin rummy and occasionally complaining about the heat. 

Come home.  Hug fiance.  Change clothes and head off to the gym.  Workout hard.  Blood sugars still behaving, hovering around 170 mg/dl despite the amped up cardio and the no-breaks weight routine. 

Shower.  Make a delicious chicken and vegetable soup.  Add way too much salt.  Add more broth to counter against the salt.  Now there is too much broth.  Cut up more chicken and vegetables.  Add in and watch as the pot almost overflows.  Soup is now in two pots and could feed an army of soup-eaters.  (No creativity there, sorry.)  As soup is cooking, go to office and set up the blood glucose meter on my desk.  Prick finger.  Squeeze gently.

Watch in horror as a huge stream of blood spurts from my teeny little fingerprick and hit me in the throat.  Throat warm.  Stomach not pleased with this turn of events and starts to turn a bit.  For some reason, keep squeezing? 

"Oh for crying out loud."

"What?"  Chris doesn't look up from his laptop, where he is writing an article. 

"Does it look like someone tried to murder me?"

He stops and looks over.  "Oh man."

Clean off throat in bathroom.  Realize even when blood Adorable sleeping kitten.  Unlike Siah, who is a bedtime menace.sugar numbers aren't being intrusive, sometimes just the darn blood is.

Write blog post.

Sleep.

Cat climbs on head.

Comments

But that kitty cat is so adorable, how could you complain...

Oh man, Kerri. No one can document the day-to-day like you. Sleep tight, girlfriend.

Maybe you should market Siah inspired headgear for winter. I would sport a gray beanie in honor of the wackiest cat I know!

The blood spurting thing is a new one for me although I always have this thought in my head that my finger is going to explode if I squeeze too hard.

Its the imagination running wild of course!

I give you a lot of credit for not neglecting yourself and your health and for putting self-care always on the high end of your list. With stressful days and overloads of work and a cute fiance at home, it could be easy to say "I'm gonna skip the gym tonight, or "I'm gonna grab a quick bite out." But I never hear you say that. You have a lot to be proud of, and I applaud your choices, day in and day out, that keep you healthy and happy, if not a wee bit tuckered out from time to time, too. :)

BTW, I still can't post to blogabetes! When I log into D-life, it logs me in, but when I click on "Blogabetes" it doesn't show I'm logged in and makes me log in again, but when I log in again I have to click on "Blogabetes" again and then it makes me log in again. Ah, the cycle continues. I don't know if it's just me or not. :)

I have a queen size bed. Just me and my dog. But she is such a bed hog ! lol Yes I hate when it looks like someone has tried to murder you and the blood looks like Old Faithful going off ! I worked 12 hours yesterday had a flat tire on my work truck want to take a nap for the rest of the year lol !

Arggh...I haven't had a gusher yet (finger or pump site) but I am DREADING it! haha

Thanks for letting me know you can survive these without retching ;)

Kerri - Two days prior to reading this article I had my 1st gusher. I was very thankful for the glasses and the kitchen sink at that moment. Glad to know I am not the only one. Freaked me out!!

That used to happen to me before school (high school). How demoralizing, right? Especially when your boyfriend is waiting for you to get ready because you were running late already and now you have blood spattered on your shirt...yeah. I understand.

I REALLY LIKED YOUR STORY SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE THAT WHICH IT SURPRISES ME THAT NO ONE HAS EVER FELT THAT WAY. I HAVE HAD A DIFFICULT TIME MANAGING MY DIABETES FOR A VERY LONG TIME. BUT I'M TRYING TO ADDRESS THE ISSUES THAT I HAVE CONCERNING MY DIABETES.

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