No time for a “proper post” (which is loosely defined as a blog post with a definitive beginning and end and also usually a point). But lots on my mind today, so resorting to a bullet list in order to let these thoughts out:

  • Some of the group text threads on my phone this week are among the reasons my face hurts from laughing.
  • I have about ten different craft projects going at the same time right now that it’s making my office look like it’s been yarn-bombed instead of diabetes’d.
  • The number of nouns I make into verbs when it comes to diabetes is a crime against the English language.
  • My daughter is turning nine in a few weeks. Just as a reminder, I’ve been blogging for ten thousand years and I wrote extensively about my pregnancy with the little Bird. While I don’t talk about her much on the blog anymore, she has grown up to be an exceptionally kind, smart, and honest. Her talent for writing continues to astound me, and the patience she has for her toddlertown brother is impressive. She makes the world a better place, and I’m always proud of her.
  • I can’t believe she’s nine, though. The passage of time is blowing my mind these days.
  • My son is two and a half and his take on the world is intense. He’s extremely funny. He’s loud. He loves to dance and listen to music and he’s even picked up a tune or two on the piano, which is super strange to watch a toddler run over to the piano and play something recognizable. He loves other kids, super social and socially extroverted. He makes me absolutely bananas sometimes. And even though he’s only two, it’s weird to think that he hasn’t been around forever.
  • The cat hates him, though. Siah liked him but Loopy? She prefers the Bird.
  • Which brings me to the cat thing. We have one cat, all fluffy and arrogant, rolling around the house but the absence left by Siah is still noticeable. There’s talk in the house about bringing another cat onto the scene, which I’m kind of all for because I’m pro-cat.
  • … holy shit, I just realized I never wrote here that Siah had died. DUDE. While I was away for work in January, my husband called me and told me that Siah seemed suddenly unwell. An emergency visit to the vet that day ended in surgery that afternoon which found terminal cancer and in a whirlwind of sadness, we had to put Siah down.
  • We miss Siah a ton. She was grumpy but she was our buddy.
  • So yeah, we may need to get another cat because I don’t feel like there’s enough chaos here already.
  • What else … I just had sautéed mushrooms and spinach for breakfast and it was kind of the best meal I’ve made at home in a long time, which just goes to show how much I don’t cook at home.
  • On the diabetes front, things are pretty basic. My pump is pumping, my CGM is M’ing, and my pancreas is still a piece of garbage.
  • Diabetes minutiae-wise, though, my insurance company stopped allowing me to order my Dexcom supplies through Dexcom directly, and now I’m going through my mail order pharmacy. I wasn’t aware of this, though, until I’d called into Dexcom several times and experienced some hiccups in communication in their “customer service.” department. My supplies are apparently on the way now, only a few weeks late, and I wish there was a sarcasm font that allowed me to properly communicate how irritating it is to have to jump through so many phone call/paperwork/time lost hoops in order to access a device, that while I’m grateful for access to, is part of a disease I really wish wasn’t in my life.
  • On that same front, I opened a box of lancets today and I think it will last me for the rest of my life.
  • In the non-diabetes health realm, I experienced my first mammogram yesterday (OH YEAH I’M WRITING ABOUT IT) and the reason I bring it up is because it was less physically uncomfortable than I had expected but definitely inserted some anxiety into my head; it’s unnerving to check to make sure things are “okay” when there isn’t complete certainty that things are “okay.” I’m glad I made the appointment and had the check-up, but it reminded me of times when I didn’t want to have my A1C checked, or when I was reluctant to have my eyes dilated. It’s a little scary to screen for potential health problems.
  • … but I think it’s even scarier to not be proactive with my health, hence the follow through on things that freak me out.
  • (And truly, it was not painful. I was worried it might hurt, but it didn’t. Or maybe my boobs have done so much time at the disco that they just don’t plain care anymore.)
  • Can I end this post on a disco boob note?
  • Yep.
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