Apparently, Math Really is Hard

I got a bad grade on my diabetic report card today. It kind of took the wind out of my sails. Doesn't help that my blood sugar was low when I opened the letter. My three faithful readers will remember that I get report cards from my endocrinologist after each of my check ups. They're supposed to be print outs from my lab tests but I consider them like report cards, particularly when it comes to my HbA1C (hemoglobin A1C). Three months ago, my report card was pretty good. I didn't really ace the test, so to speak, but I had a solid B on it (6.9). This time I'm not so much in the "smiley face" category but more in the "needs improvement." I'm mortified to tell anyone, but feel compelled to record that my HbA1C is 7.8.

I think my doctor should have to be at my house when I get these letters. I think he should have to see the tears well up in my eyes as I feel like the crappiest diabetic ever. I would let him be here for those times when it's a good report and we can all high-five and share a caffeine free diet sodas in celebration. But I don't like getting these letters after the fact.

So now I'm trying to recap what the hell caused it to be so high. Do you remember what you ate two months ago? Did you write it down? Did you count the carbs and the fat in it?

Normally I don't mind being diabetic and happily take that medical bullet since I have insurance to pay for my supplies and enough math skills to count carbs. But today it kinda sucks.

Laying things to rest

In an effort to record all of my thoughts in one concise space, I have rambled about my cousin's funeral that was on March 29, 2006 at Arlington National Cemetary. The synopsis is that my parents rock, there was a lot of confusion about where everyone was supposed to go, and the weather was beautiful. An Audio Guide on How to Attend a Funeral at Arlington National Cemetary (mp3 format - 11.1MB - 12 minutes long)

You can also see pics of the burial and reception on Flickr.

It was nice to see some of my family who I haven't seen since Jeremy and I got married in 1998. I hope that I'll be able to see them again soon under more cheery circumstances.

In other news, we went to Coronation yesterday to hang out with some friends. The event was pleasant, I bought some snazzy yarn and some bling from Mike and generally just sat around like a bum most of the day. I finished my iPod cozey and am hoping to start an Incan bag this afternoon.

Surprisingly, Gabrielle was at the event and I realized it had been over four years since I had seen or spoken to Rich's ex-wife and my only ex-friend. There was a part of me that said, "it's been a long time. People change." But that voice in my head had a hard time quelling the sick feeling I got everytime I saw her. I'm genuinely glad she's happy and I hope she's doing well, but my urge for everyone to get along can only go as far as sharing event space with her. I need to remind myself that if neither she nor I want to talk to each other that we're both still good people, but that there's just too much drama to make it worth any effort at reconciliation.

Rich is off at a play date with his fellow WoW geeks, and I'm playing Easter Bunny. I hope everyone else is enjoying the great weather (if it's great where you are).

Dance Monkey, Dance!

In my quest to keep down food and spend less time on the toilet these past few days, I've done a lot of surfing on the Internet. Well, actually, I've done a lot of sleeping and clutching my stomach while moaning. But after that, I've decided the Internet should be the monkey to dance for my amusement while I'm recovering.

So, in no particular order, I found these things worth sharing ...

Very pretty advert for an LCD display

Google Idol - I can't decide between the two sets of asian dudes.

I must have all of these shoes! But I must say the web site is a bit overwhelming. I need a print catalog to truly decide.