I am still here...

Oh my, the week is almost over and I have not written any posts yet. But I doubt anyone has missed me anyway. I have been reading a book I got over a week a go and I couldn't put it down! It was a real page turner, was a suspenseful mystery type book even with a bit of sex thrown in. I loved it! The only problem is now I have nothing to read when I go outside since I finished it last night so now I have to wait until Saturday to get another one.

I had a doctors appointment last Friday and things went well. The last time Chuck and I went in to see her, we were not at all impressed with her attitude. She seemed very moody and/or tired, so I was going to give her one more shot and if she still had a negative attitude then I would start looking for another doctor. But her attitude was greatly improved by our next visit, so I'm staying. I wasn't sick or anything but I had to see the doctor in order to get some refills on my insulin, and now I just need to go get my blood work done. But I can't get it done until I find a way we can pay for it. It makes me angry though when doctors keep telling you what not to do and what not to eat over and over and over, like they presume you are mentally incompetent. It's like "I know this stuff already I'm not stupid". She was trying to convince us that we need to be taking two shots per day and I tried telling her that even with just taking one my sugar still goes low and I have to eat a candy bar or something sweet to raise my sugar, but she would not listen to me just kept telling us that we needed to take two so that it will even out my glucose levels instead of being high all the time. But the really funny part is that every time I get my blood work done to figure out my average glucose, it always is and always has been really really really good... excellent! So I am now wondering if I am really truly diabetic? I am always eating things that I'm not supposed to, like candy bars and Pop tarts and cake and ice cream and sugar cookies and rice crispy treats and fudge... and the list goes on and on. So Chuck told me not to worry about her and eat what I want like I have been doing because I have been doing just fine.

I watch Maury everyday in the afternoon, except I tend to change the channel unless it is a show on my paternity tests. I like those shows, I like hearing the reasons that they sometimes give for not being the father... "that baby is too fat to be mine" or "that child is too obnoxious to be mine". This afternoon I turned in on to Maury to see what the topic was about before turning it. He was talking to different people about their phobias and giving them help. When I flipped it on a lady was on there describing her fear of cotton balls and how she would have a recurring nightmare of a man made of cotton balls trying to kill her. Maury just kept laughing at her, but when a man dressed in cotton balls approached her and started to chase her off the stage that was taking it too far! So I turned it.