Wife, mommy, diabetic....my sanity is missing!!!

Well lets start of with that today was a typical Monday.



I woke up at 07:32. My appointment to see my new endocrinologist for the first time was at 08:00. I had exactly 28 minutes to get dressed, drive to base, and check in at Madigan Army Medical Center(MAMC). Let's just say base traffic between 06:00 and 08:00 is ludicrous. Absolutely ludicrous i tell you. I got there at 08:05. Thank God the receptionist is a sweetheart. She rushed the paperwork and vitals for me.

My new endocrinologist is very nice. He knows what he's talking about. I was warned about the military doctors but I was very impressed this time. The overall visit was great. My A1C went from a 9.5 (December) to a 7.1 (March, on pump too) to a fawking 10 (May). A FREAKING 10! I almost cried when I saw that number. Yes, I haven't been the best diabetic there is but damn. I'm trying my hardest. Even more so now.

He looked at my logs and wasn't happy. Hell, neither was I but I digress. He decided to change me from Apidra to Novolog and also gave me Symlin to help my after meal bg's and to help with the grazing I'm trying to cut back on. I also had lots of labwork done again. This time I gave up 5 vials of my pretty red blood. I'm used to it by now. If I'm not, then something is definitely wrong.

I made a FB status about diabetes. I said that I wouldn't wish this disease on anyone but that some people need to live with it for 72 hours before making snide comments about something they know jack shit about. That pisses me off so much. I've had my share of those comments. Diabetes is a hard thing to control. Just like that fucking diarrhea of the mouth that you have.

I went with a friend, Tia, to a deployed spouses dinner. It was very nice and alot of fun. I met a fellow wife who's husband is in the unit that my husband is assigned to. It was good to talk to other people who understood these constant deployments. My husband has had 2 in 4 years. Tia's husband has had 4 in 7 years. The odd thing is my husband has 2 (yes, TWO) combat MOS's on him, yet Tia's husband's MOS isn't even combat or frontline. Odd workings of the Army I tell ya. Just never know which way that deployment flag is gonna swing...

Today is officially one week since J left to go fight. I've talked to him on the phone once and we've been emailing and yahoo'ing as well. I got an email from him today letting me know he's alright. Tired but good. Pretty much telling me about what he's doing. He told me to treat myself so I did. Manicure and pedicure and a little shopping at Coach. The mani/pedi was so so. The lady nicked my cuticles too many times. I almost didn't tip her. I ended up tipping her, just not what I usually would for great service. I headed to Coach to get my mommy a purse and wallet for Mother's Day. Yes, I'm early. I ended up getting one for me too. I've had my eye on it for a while and since J said "Treat yourself", I got it. Oh did I mention that he said "lightly" at the end of that sentence? Oooops *chuckles*

I talked to McKenzie today. My mom also sent lots of pictures of her hunting for Easter eggs. On another note, I was invited to an Easter brunch. I chose not to go. The person who invited me told me something that made the decision for me. She said "She(the hostess) doesn't like certain kinds of Black people." Seriously? SERIOUSLY??? Why would I, a proud Black woman, want to go to a girl's (not woman) house when I know she's stupid enough to say such a comment??? I told her no way in hell was I going. Instead I spent the afternoon with a new friend, Tia and her children. I had alot of fun even though we stay in the house and watched TV. She's a cool woman and I'm gonna hate it when they PCS next year. She's not the type to wear her husband's rank. Thank goodness none of my friends do that *wipes forehead*

A lady at the Bath & Body Works Outlet said something to me that made me look at her like a chicken with no head. She asked for my ID and out of habit I gave her my military ID. She told "You're so lucky to be an Army wife. The government takes such good care of you all. Free housing is amazing." Ummm, I didn't realize that the housing was free. Yes, we get an amount for housing. But that doesn't make it free. Also, I didn't set out to become a military wife just to get some freaking money for housing. She obviously don't know much about this lifestyle we live. Uprooted every few years, payroll mistakes, deployments.  If I could have slapped her I would have. But it was Sunday and Easter to boot. That would have just been so wrong.

I have an appointment tomorrow at the Diabetes Clinic on base. I'm not sure what to expect from them but I pray it's something good.

I ask that you keep not only my husband, but all the troops in your prayers.