Your friendly neighborhood gestational diabetic is checking in!

I had a rough weekend. I was feeling so sorry for myself that I made myself sick. Oh how I bemoaned all the things I can't have again (for 2 and a half months). I was REALLY bad. Had to be hormones. I'm just not that much of a coward! (I hope...)

Saturday was all about food. What could I eat? What couldn't I eat? I was reading the sugar counts on things and putting them directly back. But I did have my farewell chocolate malted from Baskin Robbins (1/4 of a small one, well, closer to a half). On Sunday, the Italian was helping me out by taking the laundry downstairs. The cold wash was all of my maternity stuff that I use during the week. He did wash it in cold. I asked him to go get it so I could hang it up, but he waited. I asked him again, and he didn't go. Finally, he did. And where was it? In a dryer. One idiot put my stuff out of the washer (which is fine) but instead of putting it into a basket, they threw it into a dryer (which is not fine) and then ANOTHER idiot thought it was her stuff, and loaded it up with quarters.

My stuff is ruined. I have about 4 things that fit me now. I was PISSED beyond all measure. The worst part is that I now understand that I cannot have anyone "help" with things like laundry. I pay too high a price. I cannot tell you how I cried yesterday.

On top of all this, I had the vet call I was waiting for. I got it last night. My dog Jane has a growth or a tumor in her stomach. You would never know anything was wrong - she eats like a hog, she then eats the cat's food like a hog, then she begs and begs and begs for a long walk, and when she comes back she begs for treats. This is Jane. Normal. So now she has to go be x-rayed on Friday. I didn't want to do this because I know they get sedated, but the doc said he'd just give her a little bit of valium and then hold her for three hours before letting her go home. So then I said fine. He thinks whatever it is can be treated, especially since she's so damn fiesty for a 15 year old dog. He's right - why wait and see if her health takes a turn and she's weakened? If something needs to come out, let's get it the hell out. And if it's something bad...well, then I won't tell her.

Bill was having a bad week last week when he went to the vet, and we were preparing for him being put to sleep. I've been prepared for this for a while (that won't make it easier exactly, but I know what I don't want for him, and that's suffering). He'd lost half a pound and had not eaten the night before the doctor visit. But after he had his steroid/antibiotic/vitamin shots and some fluids, he's back. Not 100%, but he's eating like a piggy and wants me to hold and cuddle him in my arms. THAT'S Bill! So I told the doctor he's made a little rebound, but if you feel we should go ahead with putting him to sleep...he said no no no - Bill is a remarkable cat and as long as he wants to be around and can carry himself where he needs to go, let's leave him be. I agree. With relief. 20 years is a long time to have someone in your life who loves you unconditionally. I love every minute I have with him.

The good part of yesterday was that I went to the Huntington Tulip Festival. They hold a photography contest every year, which I very loyally and faithfully enter and lose. This year I left my camera at work and had to take my digital. So instead of being able to fire 100 shots of film, I had 12 shots on digital (and of course could erase the crappy ones). The funny thing is that some of the shots are really good! So I will still enter. And lose!

This morning I had my diabetes education course. It was very interesting, and I had to poke myself, which was the thing I was most afraid of. I really couldn't do it! It was SO LAME. I just couldn't hit that button. The nurse told me that it doesn't hurt, and that I'm not the only one to be afraid. She said that many times she has to do it to herself so people can see how it works. I guess I got some courage from that, and I did it. Do you know I didn't even know it went into my skin? They've really improved these things. I remember diabetic friends who went through hell getting the blood samples. And even better was that my reading was fine. I have to do this again in 10 minutes (2 hours after lunch).

It's a drag, but it's for Maggie first, me second, so I'm gonna do it.

I think that's all I have to say for today. Hope I didn't bore the hell out of you!