I've had it really good with my weight loss and my exercising thing. I think God's just trying to remind me how well off I am.

I'm going to be on prednisone for another week. I've taken to ignoring the insulin increments that my doctor is recommending because it takes too long to process all this shit through the front desk. I took his idea of a what my doses should be as starting point, but it's not working, so now I'm taking what works and just checking my sugars an hour after I shoot some insulin to make sure I am not too low. No surprise there, it's just not been a problem!

Insulin I know of comes in two types: 70/30 which has a mix of fast and slow acting insulins and Humulin-R, which is the quicky insulin...reacts to what you just ate. I'm taking the Humulin-R right now and I'm finding I'm taking more and more as I react to the prednisone. I'm eating perfectly, but I am so tired of the food stuff not making the difference in the face of the meds. Well, hell, I'm tired anyhow.

I'm pretty hepped up on speedy asthma drugs, too, so while I can't breathe and my sugars are all over the map, I'm too drugged up to sleep. Oh, and my back aches in places beyond my high sugar epidural spot...probably my kidneys paying the taxes on the prednisone and high sugar flush.

I could use a deep sleep of about 10 hours solid, but I'd probably have to wake up and check my sugars well before 10 hours was up.

The biggest bitch aside from the psychotic sugar thing and my generalized inability to breathe is that I am going to a holiday party on Saturday, and while I could typically get away with a little bit of bad food, I can't do shit wrong this weekend without hiking up my dress substantially to jab myself in the thigh with some insulin. I can't really dance without wheezing, so it's all pretty freakin' ugly. I just hope smoking isn't permitted because if it is, we're leaving early to come home and screw. That ought to burn some sugars!

All whining noted, catalogued and ignored, I need to count some blessings. Just for today, I am thankful for my husband, my friends and family, and a tiny glass vial in the fridge that's saving my ass right now.