How the hell are ya?? I am tired. Very tired. I haven’t been sleeping well at all. Not sure if it is the whole “My husband had to file for bankruptcy after his business failed and then went back to the company he despised and now just complains incessantly, while I am being chased by one of his vendors that he had promised me would be paid off before any others because he needed me to sign a personal guarantee for and now will be taken to court if I don’t come up with $2000, even though I don’t have any income to speak of” or if it is the whole “My son was just diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes and is in what is considered the ‘Honeymoon Phase’ and will most likely be coming out of it right around the time school starts so I will not be there with him and what if his sugar tanks and what was that noise, is it him? Is he up? Is he ok? Why is he up in the middle of the night again? What does that mean? Was it even him? Am I driving him crazy by constantly asking him if he is ok?” thing. Add to that a little “bounced a check while in the hospital with the boy because I wasn’t here to transfer funds and was a little too preoccupied to even think about it and now have to deal with fees on that” oh and by the way The Mr.needs gas for the truck… oh and then there’s the tenants who decided to go camping this week… won’t be home until Sunday… wonder when I will get the rent?? Ugh!

Calgon take me away! It is horrible to feel so exhausted that you know you can drift off any minute only to have a noise (the air conditioner kicking on or off or something outside the window) snap you away and send your heart racing. Sometimes it isn’t worth just laying there. It gets to be too frustrating and so I get up and do whatever I can quietly so as to not wake anyone up..or if I do tough it out I end up wide awake when The Mr.leaves for work and go through the same thing all over again… course I am a raving bitch the next day either way. The other nasty side-affect? I can completely space out and not even realize what is going on around me. The other night we went out to dinner and I was waiting for something and The Mr.and our son walked away a bit and after a few minutes I realized that my daughter was actually talking to me. I think I hurt her feeling pretty good, too. & That really sucks! I appoligized and she said it was ok, but I still didn’t seem to thrilled with me. Not that I can blame her. She has been forced to take a back seat over the last couple weeks because of everything with her brother. I hoping that The Mr.can get a day off next week so that I can take her to a movie and we can have some mom & daughter time. We haven’t done that in a real long time!!

One good thing to come out of the whole insomnia thing is the new design I am converting. It was written for Wordpress and that can be such a pain in the ass to convert to EE, but it actually hasn’t been too bad, even if I am up at 2am playing with it. You can get a sneak peak here. It is still a long way from finished, and I still have to build the other templates to go with it but I am liking how it is shaping up. Let me know what you think. There are still a few quirks to work out. Like the date disappearing from every post but the first. I am sure there is just a tag out of place somewhere. I haven’t checked other browser either, just FF. Don’t know if I will either, I guess that will depend on the insomia....

 

Makes For A Very Dull Fool!

But my kitchen looks wonderful… too bad I can’t raise my arms. I will honestly destroy the next person who doesn’t clean up after his/herself. I don’t care which of them it is!

The bathroom is next, but that will have to wait until Friday. Tomorrow we meet with out Nurse Educator to learn more on the ins and outs of insulin dosage. Can’t wait!! After that I won’t have to call in every night and talk to someone different about my son, answer the same questions I answered the night before and then have then mess with something, only to change it back the next night. *sigh* One more night of that, hopefully I will get our educator again tonight (Talked with her last night) she is the only who really made me feel confident. 

 

Wow what a week it has been. About this time last week The Karate Kid was being moved from the ICP (Intermediate Care Program) to a room on the floor where they put all the diabetic patients. I was still trying to wrap my mind around all of it.. I got easier after we were moved to the floor because I knew he was going to be ok and we were becoming a part of the treatment. We decided his schedule and they built a plan around that. So far it is working out well. This past week has been all about tweaking the plan now that he is doing more than playing air hockey and roaming the halls of the hospital. We have to call in every night with his numbers and they change things a bit. Usually only by a half of a unit. Giving him the insulin and checking his sugar has become pretty routine. We let him choose the finger and the place he will receive the injection. We haven’t been able to talk him into trying his belly yet. We have been told that a lot of kids prefer that area, I know my grandmother did hers there. He isn’t having that! It probably has a lot to do with the fact that he has very little body fat.

His weight is improving. When we went to the doctors on the 15th, he weighed 50lbs. Sunday at my parents house he was up to 57lbs. He has always been slim, but he had been looking more thin than normal. I guess I should back up some and start at the beginning.