Carrie Bradshaw, I love you.

Found my hairstyle for prom!! I'm going to be rockin' some Carrie Bradshaw teased curls!!!!!!!!!! I love Carrie Bradshaw.

Well I went to the ear doctor, I've lost hearing in my left ear. SUPER DOOPER.
Whatevs.


My elephant is growing though!!! I thought you might like to see it's progress. (ignore the poor quality of the picture, it really doesn't look so contrast-ey in person.)

Not much to say today. It was good though!

I need more money

I need money for prom!!!!! ASAP.
I have like... $55. Not enough at all.
I'm really stoked for prom, I got an awesome dress, awesome shoes, I'm going with a group I actually want to go with, and we got a hotel for afterwards. Oh, BABY!
No, I'm not a party girl. I've only had vodka once, and my blood sugars went crazy, and I was really, really drunk. Needless to say I hated it, And don't ever plan on drinking anytime in the near or distant future. You can call me DD.
Inevitably, there will be truth or dare and all those other scandalous high school games, I can't wait.

So back to the topic, Today I'm mowing the grass and cleaning the backyard eating area ($40... cha-ching!), and tomorrow I'm babysitting for nearly 7 hours ($70... cha cha cha CHING), add that to the $55 and I think I'm set, Although.. aha, I might not be.

My blood sugars were normal except for the afternoon, when they were a bit high after I miss-calculated a cinnamon pretzel at the mall.

All is well that ends well, I guess.

Is anyone Listening??

Senior Prom: 3
Graduation(!!!): 27

Job Search

I feel unwanted. I've sent in 79, SEVENTY-NINE, applications.
Not a single response.
Not even the Rescue wants me to have Cammie, and they have made it perfectly clear.
How's that for rejection?
I don't even qualify to adopt a dog.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

I sent in a couple more today, to be a Nanny, Swim-instructor, "bubblologist", administrative assistant, cup-cake decorator, summer camp counselor, gymnastics coach, and a cheer coach. Let's cross our fingers and knock on wood.

Lazy day, I'm in the process of a surrealist assignment for art in cray-pa. I know I'm drawing an elephant, but I haven't decided if i was to give him Banana Tusks, or if I want to give him regular tusks and have him alongside giant bananas. What a dilemma! I guess if that my most pressing matter right now, I haven't much to complain about. The pic today is of the elephant so far, its really zoomed in. The head probably spans 3 or 4 inches at the most. the paper is 18x24.

is anyone listening?

Cammie!!

I desperately feel the need to ad that I am in the process of trying to adopt a dog, Cammie. She's a special Needs dog. Cammie was hit by a car when she was really young, instead of being taken to the vet, she was tied up for months. She is now paralyzed and needs to wear a Doggie Diaper. I'm trying really hard to get her, it's a fight. they are concerned about our back yard pool, but i can easily purchase one of those quickie fences and solve that problem. Here she is.

Absence

Not only for my blog but for freaking school. I think I'm supposed to be at school 30 hours a week. I was there pretty much everyday but tuesday, when I went to the doctors, but I probably only spent 13 hours there. Ha , whatevs, the classes I go to are totally stupid.

So I have 6 classes.
Online Zoo ( I take that class from home, I only have to turn in work every 2 weeks.)
High School English 4 ( It's a sophomore class, I have no idea why I'm in that class but the teacher is giving me an A so I won't complain.)
Art ( A+, and I don't know why, haha I'm not really an artist.)
TA ( It's for a Special Education class, I actually love going to that class, it's amazing.)
World Literature ( the teacher NEVER has lesson plans. I've spent 99.9% of that class playing Uno and Poker and other card games.)
Online Civics ( Same deal as Online Zoo.)

MK, anywho.

Wednesday, I didn't really post.But, I went on a feild trip to SDSU to see their production of A Midsummer's Night Dream. Cool right? Not when the damn school is stupid and makes me be "buddy buddy" with the health tech all day. I couldn't even eat lunch with my friends, I had to sit with the teachers.
First of all, I'm 18 and I don't need a health tech to come anymore. Second, they made me carry my own Glucagon. 2 things wrong with that: 1- I already have one in my bag, just in case. 2- If I needed Glucagon, I can't give myself the injection, dumbshits ( excuse my language).
The school system is ass backwards. The play was great though.

Thursday, I can't remember what I did haha. No clue.

Friday, I babysat 4 kids. Twin 3.5 yr old girls. a 3 and 5 yr old boy. We had a scavenger hunt, made trail mix for them to give their moms for mother's day, we called it " Super Mom Munchies", which, may i add, was completely my mother's idea. We watched 2 penguin movies, Surf's up and Happy Feet, they were sleeping like rocks for Happy Feet though.

Saturday, I FOUND MY PROM DRESS!!! I spent the entire day looking. Now i have to find shoes. AND i made my mom a German Chocolate Butter Pecan Ice Cream Cake.

Today, I Felt oddly, I was dizzy all day, but kinda higher than i wanted to be. Above 150, and My Highest was 228. Odd. One day I'll get fixed( not like. spayed.. haha).

I think Previously, my countdown was a bit off.LOL.
Senior Prom: 6
Graduation(!!!): 30


is anyone listening?

Im sitting getting a mani pedi, it certainly has been a long long while since my last. Long week, a perfect way to end it.

Too late to blog. Ill talk tomorrow.

Will i ever get cut a break?

Last night:

11:47pm: I went to sleep "HI", of course i corrected, but due to my meds, fell asleep before i re-tested.

2:47pm: I woke up abruptly, with a little shake. My thoughts, " Damn it! I over-corrected, AGAIN!". I don't really know how I usually test in the dark, but last night it was especially hard, maybe because once I did get the test done, I was 42. Downstairs, pantry( nothing sugary enough), Cooking cabinet: score. Peanut butter chips, in a shiny, orange and yellow, brand new bag. I ate the entire bag like it was potato chips.


7:00am: My sugar was 217, my fault, but at the same time, not completely. I was 42 and not thinking rationally ( well thats what I'm saying to make myself feel a bit better).

I went to the doctors for my check up. I got stronger painkillers, she said normally it's used to help with Epilepsy, but it helps with Shingles too. I'm not sure how the 2 relate, but apparently I'll feel much better.

Now, I'm on 4 different meds, 2 for pain, 1 antibiotic, and 1 antiviral. Mash those altogether and you get.... a sleepy groggy, zombie megan!!!
Great. Just what I need. More things that make me feel dead.

I also had to get blood drawn and pee in a cup. The blood was fine, but I had just peed right before I got to the lab and so I literally squeezed out a measly drop and left it. Definitely not enough for them to do anything with. Ha, whatevs. I had a urinalysis last week, they can look at that.

is anyone listening?


DAYS UNTIL:
Boyfriends birthday: 1 (I need to get that in the mail.)
Senior Prom: 16
Graduation(!!!): 36

OH BABY!!! Boyfriend Birthday Brownies!

Caramel and pecan filled Brownies, made with Ghiradelli chips and powder, to be exact.
Want the recipe? Sorry! You may not have it.

<------That's us :)

For my beefer's (boyfriend's) birthday, on wednesday. I have to start them like, ASAP, right after I get off blogspot.
To answer the inevitable questions, I don't know where "beefer" came from ( no, creeps, its not sexual innuendo, at least, when I say it, it isn't meant that way.). People from my school started saying geefer(Girlfriend) and beefer on facebook, and I just caught on.

He, Gerald, ( I'm calling him G from now on. If you haven't yet noticed, I don't dig spelling out complete names.) LOVES MY BROWNIES.

But for me, if I'm looking for a fast-pass to Coma-land, I'll eat one of those and not take any insulin. If there was one word to describe them, it would be GLUTTONOUS. Oh yes, not only are they gluttonous, but it will make your ass look like the very definition of gluttony.
I'm definately hitting the gym this week.


Oh, my sugars?
Over 300, over 200, and HIGH.
If your ready for me to blog saying that I finally figured this out and my bloodsugars are great, well hey; lets start a club.
So am I.


is anyone listening?

DAYS UNTIL:
Boyfriends birthday: 2 ( Yes, finally I thought something up.)
SDSU trip: 2
Senior Prom: 17
Graduation(!!!): 37

"I want to get better, whatever the hell that means. I'm sick of being miserable."

A quote by Gregory House, M.D.

I know that really, these super extra strength horse pill-sized antibiotics are actually making me feel better, because the rash and scarring from my Shingles is going down ALOT. The pain, However is increasing like a bitch ( excuse the language), which is why I'm still taking Vicoden. When you mix the two pills together, I'm pretty much knocked out for the day, and if I'm not asleep, I feel like a zombie, like right now.
I feel fake, invisible, like I'm living in a cloud or a haze.

I just want to get better, I'm going back to the Internalist on tuesday, and I kind of don't want to, because I know she'll prescribe more drugs for a longer time. I have no appetite, I've lost 7 pounds in a week, I don't look fit or slender, I look like I'm depressed or something, and I'm not. I'm exhausted.

My sugars went High ( as in 500+, too high for a regular glucometer to read, I'm guessing my party food finally caught up with my body.), then 400s, then 174. I'm kinda proud of my 174 ( which is pathetic, since really it's still very high), and I'm so fed up too, I followed my ratio's and scales to a T today. And I still can't control it. You have no idea how excited I am to try out a DEXCOM ( a CGM) I've been on a waiting list at my endocrinologists office for a couple months, and my turn is coming soon.
Also, I kinda just want to go back on my pump again, without telling my doctor. I got way better numbers when I used it. But he doesn't want me too because the plastic they use in the infusion sites give me a bad reaction ( I'm allergic to the plastic apparently), when I remove the sites I got puncture wound looking things that got really infected. Bummer, right?

Haha funny, I just talked myself out of switching back to the pump.
My doctor ( I'll call him D.K. from now on, his name is Dr. Kelly and I actually do call him DK.) wants me to wait until the new omnipod comes out. I guess I will.


I am soooo tired, I'll post tomorrow, as usual. LOVE.
(BTW, this picture is no-edit. I took them right after a rainstorm. Isn't that crazy??)

is anyone listening?

DAYS UNTIL:
Boyfriends birthday: 3 ( oy... I have no friggin idea what I'm doing for that.)
SDSU trip: 3
Senior Prom: 18
Graduation(!!!): 39

And the party don't start til' i walk in...

Technically, that isn't true, and if it were, then the party would have started at 7am, when I woke up and started preparing for the party.
Any who, I'll expand my explanation of the party later.

I fell asleep at a normal number ( did i not blog yesterday?), but inevitably woke up high, like really high. Like 480 something high. Even after relentless researching ( the going-through-books-at-the-library type research, along with online searching) I haven't found a valid cause for that. Any one care to enlighten me?
I forgot to test at lunch, stupid me, and was kind of high at dinner. Which actually is freaking amazing to me, considering i had half a hotdogs, half a hamburger, 2 cans of root beer, 1 can of cactus cooler, a slice of ice cream cake, cookie, pineapple, and a bunch of other sweets I probably won't ever remember eating.

THe Best Buddies End Of the Year Party was great!!! The kids all had a bunch of fun swimming, we grilled burgers and hotdogs and our guests brought sides and desserts. Max really wanted to bring a pizza, so his mom got a New York Giants pizza, you know, the type thats 50 inches across, or something like that. We had so many good things, so many good people. We passed out shirts, awards, appointed new officers, blew bubbles, and i got great pictures of it all happening (I'll post later).
I really love all the people and kids in Best Buddies and Critical Skills. They all make me feel so appreciated and loved, if any of you guys ever read this ( which would be super awkward by the way, since i only share my inner most thoughts and feelings, lol) I LOVE YOU!

So I've got a question. I wear contacts, and when my bloodsugar gets high my contacts stick to my eye lids. If there are any Type 1's reading this, does that happen to you?


is anyone listening?


DAYS UNTIL:
Best Buddies End of the Year Party: SUCCESS + AMAZING
Boyfriends birthday: 4 ( SUPER-YIKES!!!!)
SDSU trip: 4
Senior Prom: 19
Graduation(!!!): 39