Facebook

I have become horribly, terribly addicted to Facebook. I only joined a couple of weeks ago, and have reconnected with high school friends, cousins that live 2000 miles away, and friends from the d-universe from all over the country and the world.

Today, sitting in the doctor's office, her endocrinologist and I were chatting about Facebook, since she and I are "friends" there. I can see pictures of her adorable little boys, and she can get some less-clinical info on my kid and how we deal with her diabetes there. MissyMiss states, most emphatically, "Facebook is totally STALKERISH." This, from the kid who wants nothing more than her own cell phone so she can text-message her pals 24/7, even when they are in the same room.

Oh well, I guess I could be addicted to much worse things than Facebook.....like shoes, or expensive perfume, or Girl Scout cookies......

Ahhh, Friday....

It's the weekend once again, and this week has the bonus of a Monday holiday (Happy 80th Birthday, Dr. King - thanks for the day off). Tomorrow is "try to get stuff done around the house"day, and Sunday the Missy and I have to go to a fancy-schmancy resort for training. We are volunteering again at the JDRF Promise Ball, and have to know our jobs! Don't want to offend the people with the overstuffed wallets, don't you know. Really, I find it fun to go see how the other half lives. It sure as heck is different from the life of a grade-school teacher!!

This is the fourth year, I think, that I have volunteered for the ball. I generally help with the Silent Auction, trying to convince extremely well-to-do guests that they NEED to bid on the enormous basket of skin-care products, or that the wife would look LOVELY, INDEED wearing that beautiful handmade necklace. (Can you say schmooze?) Last year, I walked up to one of the Distinguished Senators from the Great State of Arizona - not the one who wanted to be President, he doesn't show up for stuff here that I can tell - and told him that I was certain they needed to bid on the adorable Golden Retriever puppy to keep him company in Washington, D.C. Mrs. Distinguished Senator didn't like that too much. I was quite briskly informed that their apartment building didn't allow pets. The Senator did say he'd be happy to take a look at the pup, though. Guess he didn't want to snub a potential voter. :)

I'm not sure where I get the bravado to waltz up to people who could buy and sell me in a blink and tell them how to spend their money. I guess it's having to watch my daughter insert infusion sets into her belly, waking up to poke her finger in the middle of the night, spending hours on the phone with the insurance company to get her supplies and prescriptions, and all the assorted other details that come with trying to be another person's pancreas. I want them to turn over every stinking dime they have to someone who can end all this. I want a CURE.

Right now, I'm settling for a 3-day weekend.






PS Go Cardinals and Steelers!

Go Cardinals!

I'm not a big football fan, but it's hard not to get caught up in the excitement of the local team making good after decades of....how to put it nicely....lackluster performance. :) The first playoff game in years, and the first home playoff game in decades last week. Now they are in Carolina, playing in the cold and the rain, and leading in the first half. If we can't have an Arizonan in the White House, maybe we can have the Birds in the Super Bowl!

Go Cards!

TGIF

This was the first week back to school after Christmas (or to be more PC, the "Winter Break") and it felt like we had been gone for months! Getting out of the routine is sure a lot easier than getting back into it. Of course, everyone being sick isn't helping the situation. I got sick over Thanksgiving weekend, and eventually got in to the doctor to find out that I had a raging ear infection that I didn't even feel (?). Mister Boychild missed several days of school with fever, originally thought to be a virus, later determined via x-rays to be a sinus infection. MissyMiss had a cough, but her numbers never rose so I didn't take it too seriously, and within a couple of days she was fine. Diabetes does provide a lovely early-warning-system to impending illness; MM's numbers will invariably go up 24-48 hours prior to any other symptoms appearing. One slight glimmer of silver lining in the D cloud, perhaps?

Of course, we had to relapse over Christmas. What's a holiday without an illness or 3? Teachers have a way of falling prey to the assorted little germies so graciously shared by their students as soon as we get away from our classrooms for more than a weekend. MB and I both started round 2 of antibiotics, and dear Husband wound up with a massive ear infection as well. The good news to all that was that we could stay home and recuperate!

Sunday night, Mister Boychild began complaining of pain in and under his eye, 8 days into the second round of Omnicef. We finally got him back into the pedi's office yesterday, to find out that Omnicef might as well have been water for all the good it was (NOT) doing him. Round 3: Augmentin. Bringing out the big guns! MM decided to wait until during the school week to stage her relapse. Today, she's been flirting with 250 on and off all day, and cranky to boot. I hope she doesn't end up with the same thing.

Both kids were asleep in front of various televisions by 7:00, and the hubby was out by 8.

So why can't I sleep, now that I have the chance?
At least I don't have to get up early tomorrow. YAY!!!
Happy weekend, one and all.

What am I DOING????

I spend far, far too much time in front of my laptop, connecting with my support system of parents of children with diabetes, avoiding the elliptical exerciser and the laundry piles. So what in the WORLD am I thinking, trying to start my own blog? Do I really believe that I have something new and different to say about being a pancreas for an 11-year-old girl or an antacid for a 9-year old boy?



Maybe I'm a masochist and I need something *else* to make me feel inadequate. Or not.


I do know that I surely have nothing new to contribute to the Diabetes OC - surely it's all been said before, in much more elegant prose. I also know that I won't keep up with blogging nearly as well as some of my local friends with blogs (hi, Kelly & Wendy!). But having seen how they are able to shed some of the day-to-day stress of dealing with growing children, a chronic illness or two, and all the assorted angst caused by 21st-century parenting made me want to give it a try. Could end up being a one-shot deal, could be the best thing that I ever tried. Or entirely humiliating, no matter how long it lasts. We shall see!