4
Apr

When life gets in the way...

Lately things at home have been pretty hectic.

- We adopted two rabbits. They're adorable and precious, but litterbox-training baby rabbits is not an easy task. It involves a lot of urine-soaked newspaper...

- The dog got an eye infection. Then an ear infection. The the other ear...infected.

- He passed it on to the rabbit (so all 3 pets [2 rabbits; 1 dog] had to be separated, and one dog & one rabbit ended up on antibiotics)

- The dog then scratched his cornea and developed an ulcer in his eye. He's on meds every 3-4 hours over a two-week period, and for now he's stuck wearing his cone ūüôĀ

- My lovely and wonderful best friend is getting married in a little over two months, and as her MOH I've been honoured and delighted to start planning a bridal shower and bachelorette. Also, wrangling friends and family members into planning sessions and coordinating details has, on occasion, left me just the teensiest bit frantic. Even more than that is the ridiculous idea that I need to pretend that I've got a solid handle on everything that's going on --  I'm not sure where this compulsive need to fake it is coming from, but the cool calm exterior that is presented (when in fact I'm tearing out my hair or panicking over details) to others involved in planning is proving a bit draining to maintain.

- Work has been insane. Like, insaaaane. I have, through the sheer luck of being the person who sits next to my group's manager, been tasked with updating some of our systems and processes on top of my regular work duties. It's been fun and challenging, and I've definitely been learning a lot as I go, but I admit it's been a uniquely challenging project.

- My elbow has been acting up. I'm on a waitlist for surgery on my ulnar nerve (that's the one that runs through two bones in your elbow), but I've got about another 6 months to wait, possibly longer. My symptoms have been ramping up over the last two weeks, leaving me trying to balance managing pain with my desire to actually use my hand. More on that later, but to sum it up, it's been making itself increasingly noticeable over the past little while, and nerve-blocking meds are no longer helping.

 

It feels very strange to look back over the last few weeks. Diabetes has actually taken a backseat to the drama of everyday life, and this feels very...strange. My Carelink reports show that I'm trending higher than I'd like, and to be completely honest I haven't done much about it. I know I have an upcoming endo appointment in about a week, and I know she'll make recommendations for changes in my basal and bolus ratios. Does that absolve me of any responsibility to review my data and make changes in response to what I see? Well....no. It does make it easier to just wait to let someone else make the changes, though. Lately it just feels like life has been too busy to let diabetes be as important as it should be, and my Carelink reports are proving that my diabetes care is suffering. I hope that this upcoming appointment can serve as the kick in the butt that I need in order to prioritize my health again, at least for a little bit.

26
Feb

Upcoming elbow surgeon appointment

I called my local hospital today to check the date of an appointment.

 

I have nerve damage in my elbow. My last endocrinologist appointment had her earnestly holding onto my forearm as she looked into my eyes to tell me that the nerve thing was not the fault of diabetes. She said it was not my fault.

 

She said it over and over.

 

...and over.

 

 

I Tried. I tried to approach this appointment by asking information that I would need to know, just IN CASE I ended up needing surgery for the nerve damage in my elbow.

 

She sees riiiiiiiight through me. My endo let me try to ask a few questions about stuff like "What should I be aware of, diabetes-wise, if I have elbow surgery?"  before she held my hand tightly and told me that this was not my fault. At that point I was having difficulty stifling an endless supply of tears, so my further diabetes-related questions were put on hold.

 

I appreciate this more than she could ever know. It means so much to me to know that she feels like I didn't cause this through lax diabetes management not-so-many-years ago when I was an irresponsible teenager. As well, the fact that she felt compelled to reassure me despite me never directly asking whether I caused this tells me that she knows me better than I had imagined.

 

Still, though, I feel like the schedule (17 15-minute appointments scheduled in the first 90 minutes of his day?!) of my potential elbow-surgeon does not inspire confidence. I'm trying very hard to reserve judgement until I first meet the surgeon, but I have to be honest: his hospital staff's view of him as a doctor and surgeon does not come off as particularly impressive...   :S

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