First - the news. I got my new pump!!!!! And even though all of the manuals and other things from Animas say I should not go ahead with pumping on insulin without official pump training – I couldn’t help myself.
My initial review: there are definitely a few more steps to accomplish some things compared with the Cozmo – but the screen is AMAZING, the food database is probably one of the coolest diabetes gizmos I’ve ever seen, and I love that mine was set to play the Mexican Hate Dance Song (I kid you not) as an alarm when I first got it.
More to come regarding the new gadget… Later.
Tidbits: This weekend should be fun. Although I have to work tomorrow, I’m hoping to get in some time in the yard in the morning. We’ve got a huge yard in our new home – and this will be our first spring and summer there – so I’ll be fixing up the flower boxes, using the rider mower that Bob’s granddad left us to mow our expansive lawn, and painting the farmyard style fence and the front porch over the next few weeks. I’d love to get started tomorrow – I guess we’ll see. On Sunday, Bob and I are going to Westerly, RI and Stonington, CT to just hang around. There’s water, some cool historical sites, and a restaurant he wants to check out there. Mostly, I’ll just enjoy the hour ride there with good music and great conversation and a hopefully sunny day with one of my best friends.
Finally - a confession - and the query... I’ll admit it, sometimes I wish I had a new face. I look in the mirror and realize I hate the size of my nose, and the set of my eyes, and my big horsey-looking teeth. I flash back often to when I was ten and saved about 5 weeks worth of allowance so that I could go to the drugstore and buy some Porcelana Skin Cream to get rid of my freckles. Even now, I’ve not abandoned the idea of some miracle substance being discovered that might rid my face of my sun spots.
This confession to tell you a bit about a woman I work with. She is helping us out with an auction for an event we’re doing this summer. She is frighteningly determined to obtain one item in particular for the auction. She wants to get a plastic surgeon to donate surgery. She told me the other night that she already has her heart set on being the winning bidder for this prize she’s securing. For an instant my mind blinked a “she’s out of her mind…” message… Then I realized, if I were in a similar financial position, maybe I’d not be that different. If I could afford to have my nostrils reshaped, my teeth veneered, the lines around my eyes ironed out – I just might do it…
So here’s the question I have for you – would you have plastic surgery? Is it a definite “yes” or “no” for you – would you absolutely love it or never even consider it? Or would you give it some thought - real thought - if you were in a position to afford it?
Consider this more useless data for my imaginary think-tank.