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Thursday, September 25, 2008

Circling the Drain

So the client we were hoping would save the company, Bill Heard Chevrolet, just closed all its stores. So, it basically means I will be out of a job any day now. They were supposed to be our shining hope, but the meeting on Friday produced nothing and now we know why.

Also, the owner's brother pulled all his clients out of the company this week. This after just last week he told me it would be a few months before he would do that.

So, the company is circling the drain and I will be fucked. I will probably be let go tomorrow. Major suckage.

I may be able to find another job, but not making the money I did here. This is going to be rough.

Monday, September 22, 2008

If only I were gay I'd of thought I was in heaven!

So I came to on Friday afternoon on my couch with five paramedics around me, sensors all over my chest and stomach, an IV in my left arm and my upstairs neighbor standing there wondering what the fuck was going on.

Seems sometime after noon I called my boss to explain why I wasn't at work yet, but apparently it came out more like a bunch of grunts, mumbling and slurred words. Then I just hung up on her. So her and Krista were obviously concerned and called 911 and sent them to my condo.

Here's what I remember... Calling Heather................waking up on the couch.

Once I was coherent enough to realize the paramedics GOT IN somehow I freaked thinking they busted the door down. But seems as though I answered the door. Don't remember it. Krista got Lynn's phone number somehow and my boss called her and seems as though I talked to Lynn while the paramedics were working on me. Don't remember it. It's a really fucking weird feeling to have an hour you don't remember.

So what caused the fun? Hypoglycemia or low blood sugar. I was so pissed and embarrassed. I've been having problems with this since the surgery. Basically it bottoms out while I'm sleeping. I came home from the club and my blood sugar was at 170, which is where I want it when I'm out. So fine. I ate some oatmeal, 30 carbs which equals 120 blood sugar points, which would have brought my level to 290 which is high, but because of the issues with it dropping and the fact I had two drinks WAY early in the evening and alcohol lowers blood sugar, I didn't take any insulin which should have kept the level high until morning. Obviously it didn't. I KNOW the fucking math. Why the hell did this happen again?

I felt like such an ass. The paramedic said not to stress it because they see this all the time, like a couple of times a week. I'm just glad the firehouse is literally across the street from me.

I'm also really grateful for Heather and Krista calling 911 for me. Probably saved my life. Going to the diabetes doctor on Wednesday and I'm going to try and figure out what the fuck is up with oatmeal lowering my blood sugar so drastically. I've adjusted my insulin pump's hourly rate down some and the levels have been higher, but I'm too afraid to eat oatmeal late at night until I know what the hell is up.

I have a nice giant bruise on my arm where the IV was to remember it all by for a little while at least.

In other news:

Watching the Emmys was a painful experience. I kept having to change the channel as some of it was so uncomfortable. Like the LAUGH-IN thing. JESUS!!! Don Rickles' speech was the only funny thing in it. I didn't like the way they cut off people who were making political statements.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Awesome Mix

This mix fucking goes off.

http://fairtilizer.com/track/12502

Has a lot of different sounds in it. Very cool.

Monday, September 1, 2008

SUCCESS!

Just went grocery shopping and it was easier than before the surgery. YYYay! Little bit of a twinge in the new hip and had to lean on the cart heavily, but still, pretty good. Not as exhausting. Neat.

Living back in my condo again. Living at mom's was actually pretty good especially since she did everything for me, but got to get back to my life.

Start back to work tomorrow. Not looking forward to it. Two months away was a really nice break and spoiled me. Plus I don't want to have to deal the bad vibe and uncomfortable shit going on there. Normally I like working there, it's laid back, but because of the shakes ups and money issues I think it's going to be lot more stressful.

Le sigh.

I think I'm actually going to cook tonight. Woohoo!