I am so over change and getting settled and new and different.
I want the good ole days back.
...when I could go online and with a few clicks of the mouse order more than enough diabetes supplies for Brooke
...when all the people already had our current contact information
...when I called the doctor's office and they knew who I was by my voice
...when the people at Walmart were friendly and helpful instead of snotty
You know that day when you had such an awful experience at Walmart that you swear you will never go back? And this time you really mean it? Today was that day for me. You would have thought it would have been about a month ago when I went in and it smelled so badly of pot that I left with a headache. But it wasn't then. I gave it another chance. After today? I'm done.
And also, how do you just simmer on a gas cook top? I just want the chili to simmer for a couple of hours...is that possible?
And what is the magic formula for sending a fax to a doctor and them actually getting to hold it in their hands and look at the lab results?
After the most frustrating morning I've had since I moved here, I felt a little distant from Colorado and that I needed to make friends with it again. I decided to go to Starbucks and spend a little time downtown walking and browsing through some of my favorite shops. It was very relaxing and refreshing until I remembered that I hadn't put money in the parking meter.
I guess the shopping worked because I didn't get a ticket.
Thankfulness Day 18: I didn't get a parking ticket even though I totally deserved it.
After I picked the girls up from school and made it home I tackled the least frustrating chore of my day: calling the Apple helpline. Yes, that was the least frustrating thing I did all day.
Thankfulness Day 18.2: After only being on hold with Apple for 45 seconds, I spoke with an American that was very patient and helpful.
The Apple started working better by the time I was off the phone with him, but it's already acting up again. Blah.
I got to play Bunco last night! Here in CO they are Bunco grabbers instead of Bunco celebrators. So there was some adjustment. BUT, I won a prize, for most Buncos. I didn't actually get the points for any of them because I'm not a good grabber, but I rolled the most out of everyone!
How was your day?
Monday, November 18, 2013
I am so over change and getting settled and new and different.
Labels: Much to do about nothing
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Today is World Diabetes Day. It's Dr. Banting's birthday, and in 1923, he won the Nobel Prize for his discovery of insulin. Every day since February 18, 2011 insulin saves Brooke's life. So we celebrate. Dr. Banting, I'm glad you were born. Thank you for saving my daughter's life.
Diabetes is a complicated thing. I get that. There are lots of different kinds of Diabetes. There is lots of misinformation out there about Diabetes. Doctors and patients and researchers are learning new things about Diabetes every day. It's hard to keep up.
I'm not bitter. I used to believe some of the myths, sometimes I still do. I learn something new about Diabetes every day.
I'm sharing some good information about Diabetes. It's the best information we have today. Not because I'm condescending, but because I want to educate. All of the points are real life questions or comments that people who know and love our family have brought up since Brooke's diagnosis. They asked because they care and want to understand.
**The explanations I'm about to give are the most basic ways I can think of to give helpful, relevant information. I know that Diabetes is not as cut and dried as I am about to make it seem, but for non-Diabetics, it's some good working information.**
Q: Does she have the bad kind of Diabetes?
A: There are several different kinds of Diabetes. The two most well known kinds are Type 1 and Type 2. Type 1 is an auto-immune disease. Brooke has Type 1 Diabetes. She was born with antibodies in her blood that attacked and killed the cells in her pancreas that produce insulin. You must have insulin to live. Her body doesn't make it's own insulin, so we have to give her insulin.
Type 2 diabetes is basically defined by the fact that your body makes it's own insulin, but for some reason your body doesn't use the insulin it makes effectively. There are many reasons why your body doesn't use the insulin it makes. Many. It is not just weight, exercise, and diet. It is not just a fat person's disease. Remember the cholesterol commercials with the beautiful, athletic, otherwise healthy looking people? They looked perfect on the outside, but then their cholesterol number would come down and make them trip or spill or something. Think that, except with Type 2 Diabetes. Anyone can develop Type 2 Diabetes, even skinny, active people.
Q: Did she get it because she ate too much sugar? Got too fat? Has family members that are too fat?
A: No. She got it because her pancreas quit making insulin.
Q: Will she eventually grow out of it?
A: No. The cells in her pancreas that she needs? They are dead. DEAD. One doesn't grow out of dead.
Q: Can't she just take a pill?
A: No. What Brooke needs is insulin. If you were to ingest insulin through pill or liquid form, your stomach acid would destroy it before it got to your cells to do its job.
Type 2 Diabetes is sometimes treated with pills, because a pill can help a body use the insulin it already makes.
Q: Should she eat that?
A: My snarky answer to this question is: Should you eat that?
My kind answer to this question is: Type 1 Diabetes treatment does not require being on a diet. We can all agree that it has been suggested for all human kind to eat healthy and exercise regularly. These suggestions apply to Brooke as much as they apply to me, or you, or the next door neighbor.
BUT, it may seem like she is on a diet because what you see us doing is counting carbs. The fact is that Type 1 Diabetes treatment does require varied insulin dosages. We have to give her certain amounts of insulin depending on the amount of carbs she eats. The only reason we count carbs is to have a number to put in our math equation to figure the insulin dosage she needs.Yes, we do complicated math every time she puts food in her mouth.
Go ahead, let her have the cupcake! I can do the math.
Q: I have a friend that cured his Diabetes with this health supplement. Don't you want to put Brooke on it too?
A: This one is tricky, y'all. Because, yes! Of course, if there was a cure for Diabetes I would want Brooke on it. But the hard facts are...there isn't a cure. There just isn't. I know that you just want to help because you love her. I know that Dr. Soandso said it could be done.
But here it is: Brooke's body doesn't make insulin. Humans need insulin to stay alive. The part of her body that makes insulin is dead. A cure would be figuring out a way for her body to start making the insulin she needs again so we wouldn't have to inject her anymore.
Here is what I think happens with all these "supplements". Brooke's diet is as balanced as any normal 10 year old, and lets say that an average day is 150g of carbs. Doing the math would tell you that she would need about 10 units of insulin a day to cover the food she eats.
So, let's say that we started one of the supplements and replaced a normal meal or snack or whatever with the supplement. Because the supplement is lower in carbs, her carb intake goes down, and her average intake is 120g of carbs a day. Using the same math, that would reduce her insulin intake to 8 units a day.
She is still taking insulin, just not as much. Reducing the amount of insulin needed is not a cure. It just means she is taking less than she was before because she is ingesting less carbs than she was before.
And also: Insulin isn't bad. All the normal people make insulin inside their bodies every day. The insulin we give her saves her life. It is not our goal to "get her off of insulin". Unless of course a real cure is discovered, her body starts making its own insulin again, and she doesn't need to be injected anymore. Then I'll make your head spin with how fast we "get her off the insulin".
OK, your eyes started glazing over several paragraphs ago. I'll stop. If you ever have a question and want an honest, as accurate as possible answer. Just ask. I won't judge or make fun or get snarky. I know you're just curious. And I want to get good information out there. It will help us all.
Labels: The D Word
Thursday, October 10, 2013
- If your heavy winter coat really only does you any good between forty and sixty five degrees.
- Related: if you actually wear a jacket when it's sixty five degrees.
- If you find yourself shopping for rain boots.
- If you are surprised that it's not common practice to recite the Pledge to the Colorado flag in conjunction with the Pledge of Allegiance. Is there a pledge to the Colorado flag?
- If you text your family and post on Facebook every time it snows.
- Related: if, after 3 hours of heavy snow, you have to resist the urge to pick the kids up from school early, because surely they're just trying to get everyone home safe and sound, because WEATHER EVENT.
- Related: if, you start a new tradition of frozen pizza for supper to celebrate the first snow of the season because you couldn't pull yourself away from the window long enough to cook.
- If you know where every air vent in the house is located...not because the air conditioning blows out of them, but because the heat does.
- If you can't believe no one in this town knows what queso is.
- If you've had to defend the legitimacy of the phrases "all y'all" * and "y'all'll" **.
- If your camera has more pictures of deer/fall foliage/weather events than the children.
* every single last one of you
** contraction meaning y'all will
***could be combined ie: All y'all'll freeze if you try to jump on the trampoline in this weather.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
We made it through the summer...honestly, it was touch and go that last week. Mama's nerves are just about shot. Someday when the twins grow up and have quadruplets going in to 4th grade, their Facebook status will say something like "I get it now, Mom. You are my hero for letting us survive the summer we were 9."
And when I read that status, I will feel a deep satisfaction with the circle of life.
Bubba started 8th grade at the new school yesterday. He said his day was good. I said that I was glad he had an awesome day. He said it was good, not awesome. I'm praying for awesome by the end of the week.
Since he's the new kid, he didn't get to request electives. He's in Art and Recycled Art. I asked him if he was OK with that and he said YES!! with all caps and exclamation marks. He told us that the art teacher mentioned more than once that "we'd get to throw stuff at the wheel". (She might have said "on" the wheel, but he heard "at", so we're going with that.) Throwing stuff at anything in class is pretty much a dream to middle school boys.
We went to Open House at the elementary last night. We met the girls' teachers. It was...new. We are used to knowing and hugging All The People when we're at Open House. I know...it just takes time. It's a great school...it'll grow on us.
We decided that since we had two different first days of school, we would have our traditional ice cream date after the girls' first day. We'll have to wait til Bubba gets out of football practice, which means we will probably have ice cream for dinner. That's fine, right?
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
...On the royal baby.
Really?! Kensington Palace doesn't have air conditioning? It is still 2013, right? I'm just a humble commoner, but I have been pregnant and given birth in the summer. And I have some advice for the Queen. If you want Baby Prince to hang out at your place, help a new momma out and COOL IT OFF IN THERE! As in 68 American degrees of cold air.
And...I love the name George.
**Edited to add: Mary Tutu just corrected me. Kensington Palace has air conditioning. The cottage on the Kensington property that Will and Kate have been staying in while the Palace is under renovation does not. The above sentiment still applies.
Mary Tutu: If I clean all three bathrooms once a week, will you pay me $10 a month?
Mary Tutu: $15 ?
Mary Tutu: $20?
Me: Yes. Every week that you clean all three bathrooms, I will pay you $5. How about that?
Mary Tutu: Yes! I'm making $20 a month now!
She worked for 2 hours yesterday morning and did a great job. I feel a tiny bit guilty. But mostly I feel like this agreement is a win/win.
Except, now Brooke is pouty because she wants a job where she makes $20 a month. She will not consider cleaning bathrooms. (Ew...GROSS, Mom!) However, she volunteered to unload the dishwasher once a week and was mad when I wouldn't pay $5 for this service. I finally settled on $1 each time she unloaded the dishwasher and $1 for vacuuming the stairs and landings. She was appeased, but not as thrilled as her sister. She worked yesterday, but has not checked in today. It seems like having a job was just a phase for her.
There is a political parallel in there somewhere, but I'm not the one to make it.
...On outdoor living.
Yesterday the patio furniture that we ordered came in. FINALLY. One of the perks of living in Colorado is getting to eat outside...at least a few months out of the year. I know there will be months of snow, but there are also months of no wind and non-100° temperatures.
The two huge boxes were delivered, and the delivery man suggested I check the contents since one was pretty damaged. He ended up helping me unpack both of the boxes until pieces of patio furniture were strung all over the garage floor. Then he shook my hand and left. And I realized that I couldn't serve food on pieces of patio furniture.
With Honey's work schedule lately, my chances of having dinner that night on patio furniture didn't look great either. I decided to put the four non-swivel chairs together. If they were finished, it would make Honey's project after work a little faster.
Fortunately, part of Honey's old job was selling tools. And I sure did pull a set of them out and use the whatchamacallit with two different thingies attached to it. It was much easier than using the little Allen wrench that came with the instructions. When the four non-swivel chairs were done, one thing led to another, and I finished putting the whole entire set together.
Oh yes I did! Mary Tutu helped me sweep the porch, carry the chairs from the garage to the back patio, and put the table together. We recruited Brooke to help us flip the table over and put the chairs and umbrella in place. By the time Honey and Bubba got home from work, it was all done.
Since I'd spent the entire afternoon putting the furniture together, we had take out for supper. BUT we got to eat it outside.
What about you? Any thoughts?
Labels: Much to do about nothing
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
I'm a routine kind of girl. I love to know what is going on and when it's going to happen. And when I find something that works, I like to repeat it over and over and over. Routines help me know what's normal and what's not. Or, what's been taken care of, and what still needs my attention.
Mary Tutu might carry the "love of routine" gene. In the midst of packing up our old house, she found a digital wrist watch and claimed it as hers. She figured out how to set an alarm and at 3:00 every afternoon it goes off.
What happens at 3:00? Snack time.
It's always been my go-to answer in the summer time. "Mom, can I have a snack?" "Not til 3:00."
Otherwise, they would eat me out of house and home all day, every day.
I think Mary Tutu is afraid that in the midst of all the moving shenanigans we might forget a snack. Or, maybe it's the one routine she can hold on to, the hill she's chosen to die on. She knows...we all know...at 3:00 every afternoon, someone better stop and figure out what's for snack.
Because 3:00 is when we eat a snack.
The actual logistics of moving...haven't been my favorite. Because, do you know how many routines we have in CO? Zero. Well, one, if you count snack time.
Moving upsets every established routine imaginable.
new job = new work schedule
new work schedule = new pay schedule
new pay schedule = new household budget
new household budget = new due dates for bills
new household budget = new grocery shopping schedule
new work schedule = new meal times
new meal times = new meal prep times
Those are just the big ones this summer. Throw in some new doctors, new insurance, new banks, new places for all our stuff, and driving an hour to go to a new church...
The new has worn off of all the new.
Someone once told me that you can always tell when a major life change is happening in a woman's life because she gets a new hair style. And, it's kind of true.
Growing it out? Must be planning a wedding.
Cutting it short? Must be having a baby.
Growing the bangs out? The kids must be starting school.
New color? The kids must be moving out.
That totally explains why, the last two days, I've curled my hair. Instead of wearing it in it's natural state "straight as a board", I've spent many minutes curling it so it can be "the size of Texas".
I can't decide if I like it and should try to fit the curling of the hair into my morning routine, or if I look like Loretta Lynn and should sing a reprise of Coal Miner's Daughter.
I'm telling myself that it's just because it's summer. Soon enough, school will start and we will settle in to a routine. I'm trying to remind myself how ready I was for school to be out so we wouldn't be a slave to the school routine. I'm cutting myself some slack and taking a deep breath and trying to roll with all the new.
Until then, I'm hoping that the deep breathing and the curling iron will keep me from doing something drastic like cutting bangs. Because that never turns out well for me.
Monday, July 15, 2013
When Honey and I started looking for places to live in our new town, my one requirement was that there be trees. Lots of trees.
For such a small town, there are several different scenery options when looking for a house. I decided that if we were going to pack up and leave West Texas, we were going to move to a place that looked exactly the opposite of West Texas. Which meant mountains and lots of pine trees.
The house we're renting has huge picture windows in the living room and the couch sits right across the front of them. Most of the time I just sit on the couch, stare out the windows, and look at the scenery.
It's just so pretty and peaceful. And you never know when a deer or squirrel or chipmunk might show up on your back porch. Seriously. Deer. On the back porch.
And today? It's raining...a nice, steady, soaking rain. My West Texas friends know how long it's been since we've seen that. And it smells sooo good! I've been pretty worthless today. I can't even concentrate on the novel I'm trying to read.
I am in full on Rosa's withdrawals. I think the girls are, too. Friday night I planned tacos for the girls and their babysitter while Honey and I went out for our anniversary. They have had tacos and nachos and taco stack for 4 days in a row now. It's all they want. But it's just a cheap substitute. The only motherly advice I can offer is: I feel you, Sweetie.
The only good thing about Rosa's being 9 hours away is that my 20th high school reunion is in 12 days and the break from the bean and cheese nachos can only be good for my hips.
All the sitting around and staring out the windows? Not so much.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
1 wedding day
3 kids, including...
1 set of twins, a total of...
20.2 lbs of newborns
3 towns in...
9 years of youth ministry
5 jobs (for him)
5 jobs (for me)
4 careers (for him)
14 cars (that I can remember)
16 rooms painted
3 yards landscaped
5 overnight hospital stays
1 diabetes diagnosis
9 A1c results
2 hormonal, moody 9 year olds
3 Kindergarten years (and 1st grade, and 2nd, and 3rd)
(Lord, help us when the girls get to 8th grade)
16 weeks teaching Bible at...
4 different camps
3 seasons of Downton Abbey
8 "just us" get aways
10 family vacations
2 dual recliners
3 sets of dishes
8 baseball seasons
2 softball seasons
11 basketball seasons
1 football season
Remember when we hadn't even been married a year and we looked at the couples around us and thought 4 years was a long time? Happy anniversary, Honey! There is no one else I'd rather take this journey with.
Monday, July 08, 2013
Remember that time we moved to Colorado?
We've been here 14 days. When I say "here" I mean in the state of Colorado. We've been gallivanting around getting to know our new area. One night here, a couple of nights there. It's been so much fun! This state is beautiful. It looks just like it does on TV.
Mom came and stayed the first few days with us to help get us settled. My kitchen is always set up just like Mom's. Not because I particularly want it that way, but because Mom has always come in and unpacked and settled the kitchen. Then I just leave it because yes, that works for me.
Honey was off a week while we were moving out of our TX house. Then he worked the last week of his old job. Then he was off the first week we lived in CO. Then the first week of his new job ended with two days off for the 4th of July holiday. So, honestly, I don't feel like we live here.
The views, the trees, the fishing excursions, the shops, the unfamiliar grocery stores...I feel like we're on vacation...or at camp. Except the showers are warm, and most nights we are sleeping in our own beds.
Actually, Bubba is at camp. We dropped him off at CBH yesterday. Honey went to work again today, and he's planning on working for several regular weeks...in a row. The girls have some library books due this week, and some bills came in the mail this weekend. I've got to find the boxes labeled "office" and figure out how to pay some money to some people. It's fixin' to get real up in here, y'all.
We live here now.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
It's become a routine for me. December 1st-ish sets off an alarm in my head, and I'm inspired to spend some time reflecting on the year that has been. I spend some time anticipating the year that is coming. I spend some time praying about what the new year means for me and my family.
Usually, by the end of the month, through this prayer and meditation, God gives me a word for the new year. Sometimes I get nothing. That's cool. The guidance I receive from God is usually small and more moment to moment than huge lightening bolt.
But sometimes I get a word, something that will guide our actions, or maybe a part that is missing and needs to be found. In the past it has taken some time, some patience, some quiet to hear the voice. This year, the response was immediate.
I remember very clearly the very first time I approached God in prayer about 2013, the unmistakeable response I got was FAITH.
Which is awesome, right? Except, really? The more I thought about it, the more scary it became.
Faith? Are you sure?
And then a couple of weeks later Honey took me to coffee and told me that he'd had an offer for a great new job. In Colorado.
And all of a sudden, FAITH made so much more sense.
And since then, every single time I've doubted our decision or felt overwhelmed with uprooting our family, I hear the Word again, and it's still FAITH.
"Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt." -- William Shakespeare
"Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will."
"What blessings are you missing out on because of your lack of courage?"
"In Joshua 3:3, God talks to Israel about following the ark of the covenant. The ark represents the anointing of God...the presence of God... the will of God. It's very important for us to learn to follow the will of God and not our own will or the will of others.
God has a plan for you and me, and the only way to see that plan unfold is to follow the ark, or the will of God, and not our flesh or other people or our emotions." -- Joyce Meyers (I think)
"Every great thing starts out a little scary."
"Fear of man will prove to be a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord is kept safe." -- Proverbs 29:25
And there was also this post that "I just happened to" read the exact day I was struggling with KNOWING it was God moving us to Colorado. "Do it afraid."