Yesterday did not start off very well at all. It seemed everything was working against me and I was bound for a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day….

The night before, I planned it all out. I had all of my readings and charts printed and ready to go for the endo’s office. I had a new cartridge filled with insulin and capped sitting beside a new infusion set, ready to be changed out on my way out the door. I was prepped and ready to go for the start of a good day… or so I thought.

When I got up, it was storming outside. Lights flickering and dimming, but I was determined with how hot-natured I’ve been lately to wear my new sun-dress and look all cute and stuff. I got ready the best I could… doing make-up while the lights were on, doing my site change (which stung like you would NOT believe!) and then ran around the house unplugging everything I could think of just in case things got worse while I was gone.

I noticed as I was leaving that the site still stung, but I thought it was just from it being new, and I was going to try to tough it out and let it settle in. I usually leave my old site in until I know my new site is working, so I knew if push came to shove, then I could just pull out the new one and use the old one until I got home. Well, by the time I got to the endo’s office, that sucker was hurting. Like someone had jabbed me with a knife, not a needle. So, I ducked into the bathroom before going into his office and took a look. Nothing looked bad from the outside, but considering the pain, I pulled…. and I saw why it hurt. This thing caused a gusher that took 2-3 paper towels to stop. And all I could think of was “Gosh, I hope I didn’t my dress bloody… that would be embarrassing!!” (which I didn’t, thank goodness!!) Once it stopped, I placed a new towel over the site that was now a hard lump, just in case it started gushing again, and thankfully it stayed there thanks to my undershirt that’s now very tight around my belly, and proceeded to my appointment… which I was now late for. (This is the bruise left from that stupid site!)

My appointment went well, and was not very productive other than a change of two basal rates and being reminded once again how OCD I am about my numbers. Of course, I’m not sure how they can be when I have the memory of a pea and I forget any question I have for him, and most of the questions I do have, he already knows I’m going to ask them and beats me to the punch and explains what’s on my mind. He’s such a mind-reader! Though I thought it quite funny when he asked where my pump was so we could go ahead and make the basal rate changes  and I said “It’s under my dress….” with face turning red I’m sure from the heat radiating from my ears. So, he wrote the changes down and told me to change them later. Oh how I do miss that feature of the OmniPod… being able to change them on the handheld. *HINT-HINT, Animas!* 

After leaving there, I went to Walgreens to drop off my prescriptions. See, Wal-Mart has been getting harder and harder to get my prescriptions filled. They take a week to get my Synthroid and Prenatal vitamins in because they don’t keep them there, and my strips? A week to 2 weeks because “the warehouse is having a hard time getting them in”. Come on. I use One-Touch strips. One of, if not THE most popular glucose test strip and THEY CAN’T GET THEM?? Granted, I know I get 900 strips every 90 days, but come on! They know I’m a customer there, and that I’m coming for them every 90 days. It’s not like I’m magically not going to need them ever again (oh, but I do wish!). So why not keep what your regular customers need in stock??? That baffles me. So, we’re moving our stuff. BUT, I had sat in my truck talking with my dad before going in and (remember me talking about that pea memory I have now?) had successfully locked my keys in my truck. Of course, I didn’t notice this until after I had already been in Walgreens, did the prescription-move thing, and shopped around for Band-Aids for that gusher-spot on my side. I looked…. all but turning my purse upside down… with no avail to find my keys. And all I could think of was “I know I did NOT lock them in my truck!” So, I ran outside, in the rain, and looked in through the passenger window to see them hanging there… from the ignition.. right where I had left them… with the truck interior getting soaked from the cracked windows (it WAS sunny before I went inside). So, I called my dad to come unlock my truck and waited in Walgreens… walking and eye-shopping the store… getting very familiar with where everything is…. dropping low since I had not had anything to eat and it was now 11:30am… paying for candy and having to keep my composure beside the Walgreens window, eating my BabyRuth bar , listening to all the stories of the tornadoes that had touched down in various towns not far from where I was from the customers talking to the checkout clerk, and watching as my poor, locked truck was drenched in downpour after downpour of rain. This picture? 12 noon! It’s dark like 8pm!

So, after my dad came and unlocked my truck (THANK YOU, DADDY!!), I went and picked up lunch to take back with me to eat later, and stopped by the bank to try to handle some business about my mail and unreceived debit cards. Then I left town to go back to my town to get to work. A whole 2 hours later than I had intended on coming in.

But, in the end, I made it home safe. Yes, my day was crappy and it seemed like everything I touched became a hindrance or made me feel like a failure. But you know what? In the end, all of that doesn’t matter. Because I’m here… I’m safe, alive and as well can be. Some almost 300 from yesterday’s storms are not. And when I think of it from that perspective.. my day wasn’t the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day after all…. just a simple inconvenience.