Message to My Future Self…
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P.S.
For the record, I am also currently suffering from my twice-yearly sinus infection, and too groggy, muzzy-headed and miserable to write anything of any substance at any length. So things might be short, sharp or otherwise quiet for a while. Also, I would KILL for some fruit juice right now. Like, a gallon.
Holy Hell
Went to the pharmacy to pick up testing strips for my new meter and a couple of glucagon kits. I was nervous when I went to pick these up because they said they only had the testing strips in cases of 200. Generally, testing strips cost a little less than a dollar a strip. One
My Diabetes Makeover
FIRST. FIRST, YES: MY A1c is 5.9!!!!!!!!!! My A1c is 5.9!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me write that again: 5.9! 5.9! 5.9! I AM A SUGAR NINJA. I fucking knew it. Those of you who know me or read this blog know that I work my ass off for these numbers (anything between 4.5 and 6 is what
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By the Numbers
I see my new endocrinologist today, so I was going through and updating my numbers spreadsheet. For shits and giggles, I created a chart of my sugar numbers. I don’t know how useful it is, but it does look pretty. This chart tracks my numbers from June 2nd to yesterday.
Note to Self:
Though I may, in fact, be sitting up listening to Chris Pureka songs on repeat, posting the lyrics of said songs, in this instance, might make this look like some kind of teenage angst blog, and I’m not particularly angsting tonight. But man, sometimes songs feel so good. It’s not just lyrics, just as fiction
Black Desert: Excerpt
Rune was a coastal city, a loose collection of homesteads perched along the edge of a wooded isthmus that thrust itself into the sea at the far eastern edge of Nasheen. It was the sort of place that made Nyx’s belly ache and her palms sweat, being surrounded on three sides by all that water,
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In Which My Exhaustion Finally Catches Up With Me…
Boy, what a shitty time it’s been. But I will catch up on my sleep, at least. Sleeeeep. Also, I have a mighty hankering for Chipotle. Me and the guys at work keep talking about the damn place nonstop and then don’t go. No, really, I have nothing else of interest to talk about. Me
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More on the Fabulous Writing Life!
Got my check last week for my Year’s Best sale and cashed it yesterday. Yippeee! Friends and relations, however, were rather horrified to learn that the going rate for a Year’s Best anthology sale is… about $100. I could say that nobody writes for the money, but actually, I now write for a living. So,
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