I Fall To Pieces…♫

I fall to pieces,
Each time I see you again.
I fall to pieces.
How can I be just your friend?

Patsy dropped by again this morning and you can see what effect her morning coffee visit had on me. I told her to please head on over to San Antonio Rose’s house next time. I’m afraid one day she will show  up singing “Crazy Arms” and then another malady will be sitting at the kitchen table too.  Instead I fell again twice. On the good side, My bones have got to be as strong as steel to hold up under this many falls, crashing to the floor and no breakage results. I do count my blessings.

And now for the real reason I am here bright and early this morning, last night at suppertime, a knock on the door and delivered one day early… you guessed it, my insulin pump!! And here for your viewing pleasure is that sweet bit of equipment in all it’s shining glory. Tons of it! The pump, a heavy thick book of instructions and explanation, Tubing, a “Quick Set Infusion Set”, a “Reservoir”, a “Quick-Serter” (looks like the part that goes next to the body and holds the insertion items, and a Revel, Paradigm,Real Time Mini Med. (Looks like equipment for when you are on the go. ) Wow. And this is supposed to be easier. Doc said in my last visit to just go on as always now and when the classes start to teach me   all about it, we will be switching over to the pump. He thinks this will be a saving grace for my runaway numbers and I hope he is right. The cost of this beauty in a box?? Over $8,000. Now I am going to be afraid to breathe for fear of breaking it. 🙂 Here’s a picture of another. I also have instructions to  play the DVD that came with it  and take a small test afterward. Then, pack it all up in your carry bag and bring it to the first training session. We lined up the three sessions which are all in November and ending right before Thanksgiving, then I am on my own.

I imagine there will be lots of others there taking the training and we will all sit there craning our necks forward yelling, “Huh? I didn’t catch that! Can you talk a little louder, I NEED TO KNOW THIS STUFF!!!”  And here are the images.










“Coming Attractions” in the month of November…

  • Ultrasound on legs and possible surgery on them.
  • Shot in right knee and  maybe more
  • Physical Therapy with emphasis on traction
  • Training for the “Pump” and beginning to use it

Don’t Worry, Be Happy

Don’t Worry Be Happy

Here’s a little song I wrote

You might want to sing it note for note

Don’t worry, be happy

In every life we have some trouble

When you worry you make it double

Don’t worry, be happy,

Don’t worry, be happy now

Bobby McFerrin

My song today. And I have a grin on my lips. After two days of worry and stress, blood testing and phone calls with two people who are helping me get to where I want to go, I got the word around noon. It’s a go for the pump. It will arrive Wednesday complete with tubing, strips, needles and a DVD to cover the basics. I am to watch the DVD, and take a test that is in it and then bring all to my first training session. There will be three training sessions strung out over the  month of November ending around Thanksgiving. Then I will be good to go on my own. Whew! I really didn’t think I would qualify. And they are expensive. But in the end, the insurance came through for me once more.

On the other hand, I am so down and sad tonight for all those who need but can’t health insurance. You cannot live without it. I was without for so long and just plain could not go to the dr. since it would cost too much for testing, etc and I just didn’t have it. The difference is startling. One minute  you have nothing, the next you have the medications you need, the equipment to make your life worth living again, and the difference is like night and day. So as I smile and feel so good about getting the things that I need, my heart goes out to those who can’t due to high costs and no availability in their area or for their ailment. I know that dark scary feeling that there is nothing you can do and my heart goes out to you. We need to do some serious work in the Health Department of our Government.

Thanks for being here!


After a short break, we are back to report in. It’s been a bit of a scary time, but it’s eased up and I think we’re travelling down a better path in the forest. The diabetes doc doubled my two long acting insulin shots…morning and evening. We went from 35 units twice a day to 70 units twice a day. I wondered to myself just how that would affect me or if it wouldn’t affect me at all. It did. And soon after taking it, I resembled the Goofy Woman in the side show when the traveling carnival came to town.

Hours of somewhat scary reactions and finally it wore off. Raise your right hand and repeat after me. “Note to self…Never double a medicine when you do not realize what it will do  ‘possibly’.” Which means I will never partake of any new meds unless they have been tested on umpteen jillion people before I step up to the plate! Then it was time for the next diabetes meeting. When they heard the story of the silly clown, they decided that it was enough playing around I guess and they are attempting to get me approved for the Pump. So far, so good, I spoke to the gal at the medical supply house and she talked like it’s a done deal. but I also think she said that I need to have a glucose reading of 200 or less at testing time to qualify and just so you know the good news too, this morning it was 141!!! Party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  It hasn’t been that low in a long time so maybe the silly clown needed to pay a visit!! Say some prayers for a 200 or less tomorrow morning early. 🙂

Catch you laters gators,