Trunk full of groceries and Jess the Diet Pepsi is under the Sprite Zero.

2 Bottles of Insulin

2 Boxes of Test Strips

All cost just about the same and all things that I need to live. Weird.

So yesterday my Blog turned a year old. It’s aging is in the midst of so many different birthdays. Martin, Kerri, Amanda, and crap I know I am forgetting someone….. Oh wait of course Sara. So Happy Birthday to you all.

Ok, now that, that is done I can move on to me. ‘Cause well that’s what this blog is about Me and D not to be confused with ME and D. I digress again. I have been busy playing ketchup and mustard with my work since I was off for over a week and some days. I was just so busy I never actually had much time to myself yesterday. Hell there was no normal Thursday nap. How sad is that?? Well to celebrate my blogs birthday I thought it would be good to give you some highlights of what you may have missed over the past year as you are now just tuning into me or having only recently found me. There is no top ten, since everything I write is gold (was tempted to say everything I right is gold to prove irony….)

1.) My own Soap Opera
2.) What Blue (my pump) isn’t
3.) 10 things I hate about D
4.) Early on Tubing issues
5.) Food issues or something ( I really just like the stick figure I drew w/pump)
6.) Not all things deal with D
7.) Why we don’t use melty stuff to treat lows in the summer
8.) Of course why I hate/dislike the DOC
9.) Embarrassing CGM moments
10.) I forgot I rewrote songs at one point (maybe again)

So there we go a non top list of ten things I found entertaining when I reread my writings. Good links and all of them work. However in blog if I linked to myself the link will fail thanks to my rebranding. Yeah, I am like a McD’s or Dunkin or something, I have rebranded and somewhat renamed my blog, e-mail, and twitter. People still get lost and for that I am somewhat sorry. Hey I am being honest here. Now to design some bitch ass business cards!!!! Maybe if I get stuck I will pay Kimpants in Bacon or Corgi pics/videos to design me a logo or something.

To think last year I would have just been starting a blog and not knowing what I know now. Knowing who I know now. Knowing how to make paragraph’s properly too… How the year has changed. Thanks for reading.

~BQ

So today is a great day. It is a tremendous day. WHY? Well I am still on vacation. Well technically I am on my day off, but it is still a vacation nonetheless. So I enjoyed that. I went to the movies, I slept in, and I am about to rearrange my bedroom. All in all it is a good day. But this has been a great week. Other than some weird ass lows, which I am fine with.

Some of you may know I ventured off to the land of not oz to see some friends over the course of the weekend. It was a mini palooza, a #febtoberpalooza. I had a chance to crash at Jess and Josh’s house. I spent the weekend with Jacquie and Bob, Bob, Amanda, Sara, Kim, Barbara and John, Scott, C, and Charli. (If I forgot you, I apologize, just so many people.) We had so much fun. So much that I did not take any pictures with my phone or camera. Well I did, but nothing all that great. Stalk Sara for some amazing pictures. It was just a relaxing weekend.

The food was great, thanks Bob, the sleeping arrangements were great and entertaining. The friendship, the talking was fun. We spent Saturday at a JDRF Retreat type day which was fun as well. While the D was there and often, it wasn’t an IN YOUR FACE sorta thing. It was just nice to know that people were around and understood things. They understood the various beeps, alarms, and such going on throughout the weekend. You knew the high alert, the low alert, the low vibrate, etc… and they let you do what needed to be done. I think that was half the fun.

However, the only sad thing about the weekend other than it ending, which was really sad. Was an incident on Saturday night. (It’s really not sad, and I am about to throw Sara under the bus, just a head’s up to you all, especially Sara who reads my blog in fear of me taking her name in vain). We were hanging at Jess’s place and it was lateish. Jess, Kim, Josh, Sara, and myself. I had a feeling a low was coming up, two tests of 38 proved it, so I was treating. However, when we go low our brains slow down a bit, or in my case the little guy in my head who usually edits my words for embarrassing slips. I really hate it when he goes on hiatus.

So anyway, we were in the entire that’s what she said frame of mind so I started to tell a story. In doing so, I accidentally revealed an old nickname. One I will ignore if someone calls me it. The name is long past its due. However, someone would not let it go, still won’t let it go. I truly feel that “What is said in a low remains in a low.” While everyone else agreed a certain someone is holding onto this little tidbit, hanging it over my head as if I am truly afraid of her revealing the name.

Yes, Sara you do. However, that name was long ago, it was a two year thing. It wasn’t my fault. Well it was, but it wasn’t. I just dealt with it and moved on. So instead of this threat hanging over my head, while I trust the rest to forget anything and everything, someone is all about trying to have power over me and trying to cow me (you’ll get the joke in a minute) into submission with this threat. So yes, I have an old nickname. We all do. Are they embarrassing to us now? F-yeah, but oh well. So here is goes. I was once known as Beef as in cattle or cows… get the reference above now??

Anyway, now that is off the table other things make sense. If you look at Sara’s blog from the weekend. You will see a picture of me in the fetal position on my bed, laughing, crying, hiding. Why? Because that is what the entire weekend was about. It was just fun.

It was so great seeing you all there. I had a blast, the bowling was awesome. The ice cream was great. The snow was entertaining. All in all, it was well worth the cost of airfare to go to Kansas City. The best part is, I know I will be seeing many of my friends again soon and that I have friends for life….

PEACE.


*Disclaimer* I paid for the airfare of this flight nobody asked me to blog about it. I was well aware of all of the implications a visit with these crazies might bring about and reveal. So I blame no one but myself.

As a side note, I apologize for any confusion the small changes in my blog address and twitter handle may have on you. If you had any links to my various blogs they are all now dead. My bad. I figured only the new posts would keep the same address. I was wrong. So yeah, if you had any important links to my blog you may want to correct them to the new address beginning of notmycell.blogspot.com otherwise you will have all dead links. MY BAD. Butt cheeks to you all

❤

Change is in the air over here at my little blogging area. It’s not a big change, it is a more concise change to fit my decision to amend things and make it easier for people (me) to be able to remember my blog address and the like. I figure as I come upon my blog’s birthday, I would go through all of the pomp and circumstance of changing things slightly.

If your reader directs you here or you don’t normally click on the link for my blog I am letting you know I have slightly changed the domain name. I am now playing simply as http://www.notmycell.blogspot.com (I dropped the phone and I don’t mean into the toilet. Thankfully I have not done that yet.) I have also slightly modified the title of my blog. I was tempted to drop the (Buzz, buzz) part but the title just looked off without out it. So I guess that is going to stay for now. I have changed my twitter handle too, this may confuse people. Not naming names, so that someone does not have to fear reading my blog searching for teasing or innuendos aimed at her….. (@notmycell)

Other changes may be coming about eventually as well. I am not sure, but I figured I would warn you to be prepared for this. Hope you all have a great day. Stay outta trouble. Watch out for pooping geese. PEACE!

So the other day I did blog about some of my own sugar struggles. I am thankful for the comments you all have made and the support/ability to just get these things out in the open. So I figure I might as well continue to express my own issues and stuff with bloody (no pun intended lows). It’s a Sunday so there is no reason to use the words I want to use…. yet.

Last night I spent about 25 minutes chilling in the back of an ambulance thanks to an attack of a low. I state that I am fine, no issues, the only thing damaged was my pride and record of not needing an ambulance called.

The story, I went out to dinner with my friend Kevin and his fiancee, it is ironic though that these things tend to always happen around my friend Kevin, the last time we did a real dinner together he had to rush and get me OJ. That is another tale, possibly. Anyway, we went to a Thai restaurant, which I enjoy, me forgetting just how extremely slow the service is in the place. Before we left my BS was more or less steady at about 70 so I figured all was good. (Forgetting the combo bolus I had done earlier to handle my cheese rich lunch at 3:00). Anyway, we place the order and waited for our food and waited and waited. We spoke about their upcoming wedding. Beepy chilling in my pocket doing nothing out of the ordinary. Just chilling. No noises. Still no food. Apparently that’s when the combo bolus had hit it’s full peak and I crashed.

I mean big time. Kevin asked me if I was okay. My gruff response yes. He asked how my sugar was and I told him fine, angrily (I warned him what the signs were for the future). After that I don’t remember much. I mean I seem to remember getting my white rice (NOT BROWN bastards). Yet that is all. The next thing I know I am enjoying the company of 4 EMT’s (who were awesome, gotta respect them) in the back of an ambulance. At that point when they were going over me, my sugar was 38.

So they put all of these leads and stuff on me (lost so much arm hair) and basically found a vein and crammed an equivalent of a can of soda into my system. I did recover and felt fine at 138, but was also really nauseous for the rest of the night. The thing is that Beepy did not catch anything, not that I blame him. It was a new sensor and well it was still adjusting to what needed to be done. I blame myself and my own issues with the lows, as well as forgetting the combo bolus. I do blame the restaurant for their slow service and also when my friend tried to get OJ or Soda the waitress did nothing. In the end it is my fault.

The only “bad” thing that really came of this also comes from the inability of my friend to call my dad for help. My phone was locked and he could not get info. My ICE while it was there does nothing since the iPhone does nothing to allow them to get to that emergency information when the phone is locked. I am not happy with that. I need to figure something out, in case someone ever needs to check my phone again. I mean there are apps. out there, but nothing like my Droid had for my ICE contacts being able to be contacted even when the phone was locked.  Maybe one of you has that solution.

This though is just proof why the medic alert is so important if nothing else. Because to my friend who knew, his hands were figuratively tied. It was an accident. Mine but I still kinda pass the blame to the poor service of the restaurant who lost three customers, I don’t blame them, but when someone asks for SODA or OJ in an immediately, well help the person out. I worked in a restaurant I know the demands can be tough when you are busy and service can be slow, I don’t blame the slowness either. Alas, it was a lesson learned, but it ended well in the end, which is what I think is truly important.

*Disclaimer* I am fine, if someone finds this and is all like DUDE don’t blame the restaurant, I really am not. I know it’s my blame and fault, but still… I am sticking to my guns. Speaking of there are truly some days I wish I was not Italian/Hungarian. It would make my life or removal of tape and stickies so much easier. Those damned heart rate leads hurt like a witch and I found another one still on me this morning, after I thought I had gotten rid of them all. Sigh. But truly this is not a normal disclaimer and well if you know me, you should be used to it.

There are many things I am very happy about and thankful for one. One being the DOC, one being my pump, one being Peanut Butter and Chocolate (for obvious reasons). The comments and support you have all said to me last week were great and it brought a smile to my face, to be able to just let some of my thoughts out. I mean, yes this is what usually happens when you blog, but I don’t always hit those “serious” topics. So thanks to you all.

However in keeping with my thankfulness, I need to add Beepy McBeeperson. I would be lost without you.

Yes that is a 6 hour plank while I slept last night. Yes the numbers were between 56 and 70 all night (no 55 and below alarms). I like that. But truly I am glad the bugger is still working. Last night I was playing an awesome game of ultimate (I am truly seeing a pattern to my injuries and broken things that always ends or begins with ultimate). Anyway, in an effort to catch the disc (which I did) on a cold, wet, rainy night, I may or may not have dove into a puddle on my side in which Beepy was hiding in my pocket. So I am so TREMENDOUSLY THANKFUL that he survived and did not die on me. I would have been crushed. So that is why I am thankful today!