“Women are not inherently passive or peaceful. We're not inherently anything but human.”
- Robin Morgan
22
Sep
2008
Now I am tired again. Man, I hate being sick.
I need to be at work tomorrow; I’m thinking tonight will be better than last night cause of the drugs and the fact that I’ll be back on the pod in half an hour, but man. I hate being worn down.
I deal enough with sugar wackiness that when I have further wackiness, it’s just.. just… really tiring.
Tomorrow will be better!
22
Sep
2008
I love it when the drugs start to kick in.
In other news, the new Omnipods arrived today as well, so I can get back off the shots. You don’t realize just how annoying all those shots are until you don’t have to take them anymore.
Being back on shots, even for a day, wasn’t any fun at all.
22
Sep
2008
Apparently, my supreme sinus/throat discomfort is due to mere allergies, not uber-contagions, as I first suspected (whenever my throat feels like this, I’m afraid I have strep throat). This should excite me, since it’s not actual sickness!
But it does mean I have to go back to work tomorrow, because it’s not like I’m going to get anyone sick with my allergies (after last year’s one-in-every-three people at work getting the flu episode, they gave us three sick days. Good call).
Fucking allergies.
At least I have drugs. And a heating pad. Which does make my whole head feel a little better.
I’m sure I will post about something interesting and useful at some point. Just not right now. Now I’m just going to go lie down again.
21
Sep
2008
Had the last pod in my box fail tonight while I was changing out my expired pod.
I have five pods in the mail to replace the 5 that have already failed. According to the woman on the phone (I was stunned that Insulet has 24/7 support. That part is nice, at least), those are due to me tomorrow. I’ve been calling to try and get new pods for two weeks. I realize they are trying to be helpful and keep me from paying out of pocket for them, but by not shipping me pods when I said I needed them – by making me wait for the Oct. 7th magical date that’s in their computer – it means they leave you no room for their 20% pod failure rate. They give you no wiggle room.
So it’s back to shots for a day until those fuckers show up. I just took my 15u of Lantus. It also means leaving work early tomorrow so I can pick them up before the the apartment office closes (I had them change the delivery address to my work address to avoid this problem in future). When I’d assumed I’d be sent pods well in advance of running out, I figured having them sent to me at home would be no big deal. I’d have a week or more to pick them up from the apartment office.
But it doesn’t work like that. In order to get replacements I don’t have to pay for out of pocket ($35 a pop) before the magical Oct. 7th date, I have to call them every time a pod fails and have them ship me a replacement.
Goddammit. 6 pods in 30 have failed.
That’s a 20% failure rate.
I realize it’s a new technology, but these guys have seriously got to get their shit together.
21
Sep
2008
This small male mantid showed up yesterday among my morning glories:
This morning, when I pulled out my bike to go biking, I found an enormous female. Seriously, this thing is as long as my hand.
I generally find small bugs pretty cool, but after South Africa, the big bugs give me the shivers, initially, even if I know they’re perfectly harmless. It’s only after I talk myself down that the “Hey, cool!” factor kicks in.
20
Sep
2008
My nephew Christopher, my mom, and my new niece, Kaylee.
19
Sep
2008
19
Sep
2008
I find it a good sign that my date for Saturday sent me an email this morning full of pirate-y goodness.
If nothing else, should be a swell time.
Mmmm rum.
18
Sep
2008
The pool at the gym is out “until further notice.”
When I inquired at the front desk if the pool was having repairs done or something, he said, “Oh, I have no idea what’s going on with the pool.”
Way to go Urban Active customer service!
You know the one thing gyms could TOTALLY improve on? Their fucking customer service. It never occurred to me before because I’ve never really had to inquire after anything, but today it really hit home.
These people don’t care if you show up. Most of the time they appear to be sneering down at you instead of, you know, being happy and encouraging. Going to the gym should be a fun, invigorating experience. You should feel better afterward. And, generally, I do, provided I don’t interact with the front house staff behind having them barcode me in.
That’s really the trouble. Gyms are always hard sell to get you in the door, but they figure that once they’ve got you locked into a contract, they don’t really have to offer anything anymore. After all, you signed the contract!
Thing is, they don’t realize that people who are locked into contracts at gyms they hate will go rant to all their friends (and all across the internet) about how crappy their gym is, which means you may have one person for a year, but you just lost 5-50 possible memberships (depending on just how much and how irate their rant was).
Come on, people, is it so hard to let your front house staff know why the pool is closed?
Seriously.
And now I’ll be getting really behind on training scheduled – and on my weakest event! Which kind of irritates me a lot, actually.
17
Sep
2008
