Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Moving Right Along

There's a lot going on out there, Diabetes Blogosphere.  I'm sure most of you have read it all by now.  I know I have.

All this talk is just making me realize how much I love the word nomenclature

When are we all going to realize that the only two types of diabetes are the "good kind" and the "bad kind", am I right?!  If you think I'm actually right, then you have a lot to learn about diabetes, and you also have a lot to learn about my sense of humor.  I suggest reading more of this blog.

It's been hard to keep up with everything.  There's a lot of great points being made out there.

What's really been keeping me busy?  Moving.  Where am I moving to?  Philadelphia proper, at least I think so.  It's an exciting and terrifying process.  I'm thrilled to try life in the city, I'm horrified because I'm not actually all that excited to pack up my house and go.  It's been pretty much five years where we are now.  I've been misty every other day for the past week or so because I realize I'm getting closer to the part where Phoenixville isn't going to be my home anymore.  I've been panicking [in a pretty bad way, actually] about moving because we still have yet to nail down where we are moving to exactly.  Matt and I have to be out in about a week, and we haven't signed a lease yet.

It's a weird transition for me right now.  I can't wait to know where I'm going to be, and to have a new home (at least for the next year).  It's been hard to find time to blog while I'm doing all this moving stuff:  moving my house, moving forward in life, moving along with some new ideas.

And for all my nerves and worries about the downsizing I will probably be doing with my home, I'm excitedly scavenging the internet for small-space design ideas, and looking at the pages of various cat shelters because our new digs will hopefully be pet-friendly.

Thanks for sticking with me, d-blog pals!  I can't wait to show you where I'm going next.  I'll let you know...as soon as I know. 

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

All in a Twist

Seriously, how does this happen? What was my pump tubing doing all night? Must be quite the game of Twister you're playing there.

Thankfully it didn't stop insulin delivery.

If I ever wake up with it in a braid of some sort, I am going back to injections, because surely supernatural forces will be the ones governing my pump tubing. No human amount of wriggling could make that happen overnight.

We are serious about soft pretzels here around Philly, but this is not the kind of soft pretzel I had in mind.