While Brad was in San Francisco, I
stole borrowed his car. It makes sense since my car uses a lot of gas and his uses none.
The cool thing about the Leaf is that it has an app. The car talks to the server, the server talks to the app and we can do all sorts of cool stuff. Including monitoring driving efficiency. Brad really likes to monitor the range and energy usage of the car, and continues to track how much we aren’t spending on gasoline.
From all the way across the country, he was checking up on how I drove the car. On Monday morning I got a text message:
One Tuesday he sent me a driving report detailing the efficiency of my driving.
Regardless of how creepy the energy spying was, it’s nice to know I’m an energy efficient driver!
Do you remember that we were in the process of looking for a home? We found a beautiful two story colonial in April after having already visited two adequate homes that evening.
When we pulled up to the house for the first showing, I gasped. It was even better than in the picture. The picture to which Brad responded, “Meh” with a shrug when I first showed him.
We climbed the front steps not really listening to the realtor tell us that there could possibly be a dog at the house, named Floyd. When we walked in the house I thought, “This is it. This is our house… but there has to be something wrong with it.” Brad was thinking almost the same thing. We immediately liked the sellers based on their apparent tastes.
We left, almost reluctantly, and visited the last house on our tour (the one that was actually our realtor’s listing). The moment we pulled up to that last house I shook my head and contemplated telling Brad that we should just forget it… We didn’t. But we should have. It was most assuredly not our house.
That night we talked to our parents. We asked my in-laws to clear an evening on their calendar soon and come look at this place. We wanted different eyes on the house, ones that would find what had to be wrong with it. The house was just too perfect.
I posted a blog last week about how people need to stop freaking out and/or being surprised at my blood sugar numbers, I also shared an etiquette card for non-diabetics that I believe is valuable.
When I posted the blog, I got several responses from self-proclaimed “meter peekers” saying that they worry over their spouses’ numbers and the evening I posted the blog, my husband asked, “Is that blog directed at me?” And it’s totally not! There are a few individuals that I personally feel are permitted meter peekers, in my life it’s just my husband.
In our marriage Brad and I share everything, including the treatment of my diabetes. He knows how to check my blood sugar, how to do a pod change and how to treat a low. He also knows all my numbers. When I am unable to care for myself, he cares for me (for example extreme low blood sugar or under the effects of anesthesia). But he also doesn’t freak out.
I remember a few months after my diagnosis, I tested my blood sugar at 52 and I said, “I’m 52, I need to eat.” Brad said, “Ok” and didn’t do anything else. As I was getting food, I wondered to myself, does he even care that I’m low? But as that fog cleared, it dawned on me: My husband was aware I was low however, he saw that I was handling myself just fine and didn’t need help.
I believe strongly that our partners (as well as parents in the case of young children with type 1) should have the access to things like our numbers. They also are the most likely people to act appropriately whatever the number is. And that’s my point. Read the rest of this entry
I’ve been a kind of stressed, tired and even a little angry lately. Not overall, but here and there. So the best thing I can think to do is step back and partake in “Thankful Thursday.”
I’m thankful for:
- Office coffee. I actually look forward to it on my way into work. The first sip puts me in the mood to start working.
- A tall husband. I love Brad, and would still love him if he were short, but that foot+ that he has on me in height comes in majorly handy. Especially since I can’t even reach the above the fridge cabinet while standing on a stool.
- A nosy neighbor. I was carrying my mom’s birthday present (a hanging flower basket) into the apartment building and ran into my neighbor. “That’s a pretty flower,” she told me and I could tell that she was curious why I had it. I just replied thanks and stepped onto the elevator. It was a nice confirmation that I’d picked a pleasant plant for my mom.
- Ruffles and colors. Read the rest of this entry
I complain about doctors, hospitals, blood tests, insurance companies and the general lack of communication that seems to take place anytime medicine is involved.
My insurance and hospital forgot how to talk to each other which resulted in erroneous charges to us. I got upset, frustrated and generally bitter. My wonderful husband went through the bills and the insurance codes then called the hospital billing department. He spoke with a man named Bill (please, someone else find that as amusing as I did). In 10 minutes, Bill had straightened out the billing codes and life was good again.
As annoying as billing codes, paperwork and all the other stuff is… who am I to think that I have room to complain?
I get stressed out about finding a space in the parking garage and navigating the massive medical facilities where my health is cared for. I long for it to be easier and more direct. But seriously, what good reason do I have to be stressed out?
The bottom line is this: I have medical care. I have insurance.
Not only that, I have access to world-class medical care and don’t have to drive a great distance for it. I have good insurance that allows me to get the devices that I
need want to use to manage my health.
Not everyone can say that.
I’m grateful for where I am in life and for what I have. I’m also grateful for when I got
hit diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. I know that if my immune system had kicked into pancreas-killing mode when I was a child, it would have been a huge stress on our family in times that were already hugely stressful.
Every once in awhile, we need to press pause. Stop complaining. Take a moment to be thankful for what we have.
After reading Johanna’s comment about Dr. Bonebrake, I feel compelled to ask anyone to share ironic/interesting/entertaining names as they correlate to jobs…. like a lawyer named “Sue.”
never again try not to be angry when my phone or computer give me little hassles.
I experienced my first PDM error with my OmniPod system. I kind of freaked out, but I followed the instructions to call Insulet customer support. The woman I spoke to was very friendly and walked me through the process of resetting my PDM. Even though the error screen told me to remove my current pod, I left it on to keep getting my basal until the situation was fixed. The whole reset and following pod change only took about 15-20 minutes, but it felt like a life time.
Am I going to have to inject the rest of today? I thought as I listened to Insulet’s automated menu. What if they have to send me a new PDM? I’d have to take Lantus, wouldn’t I?
A simple reset solved the problem and was less complicated than resetting my old car’s cranky stereo. I’m receiving a new pod to replace the one I had to remove, which is great. But it doesn’t really make a difference to me, because my insurance completely covers the pods. What makes a difference is that the pod I removed was about 1.5 days old, and still read as having 50+ units of insulin in it. The most expensive part of my diabetes care is insulin.
I was inconvenienced by having to change my pod at work, but I have my own office with a door so I had the privacy to change it at my desk and didn’t have to retreat to the restroom. I worried that I might have lost my blood sugar history, but it was all intact and my bgs were behaving when it happened so, overall I came out unscathed. Sure it was annoying to have to calculate my lunch bolus, but I used to do all of that manually before the pump.
Then more than 24 hours later, the pod starts alarming in the middle of the night in the kitchen, Read the rest of this entry
My husband celebrated his birthday on Thursday, we decided to do most of our celebrating this weekend.
My in-laws came up on Saturday and we sent the guys off to the Cleveland Auto Show where they claim to have enjoyed themselves. They got to look at, sit in, ride in and even test drive some pretty cool cars.
Brad actually grabbed this video of the Jeep Experience while he was waiting in line to participate (Check out how many Jeeps they have running the course and everything happening in the background!):
I’ll let that title sit with you for a second before I explain.
Brad has been wearing glasses since early elementary school. I’ve always known that without them he’s basically blind, but the other night we had a conversation that made me realize that the differences in our eyesight was more than just a little bit of blurriness. Our conversation went something like this: Read the rest of this entry