Done as a bun in the sun...

K. I'm wiped. Like, really wiped.

The past week has been nothing but packing, moving, unpacking...repeat, then repeat some more. Good news is that we have about 60% of the house unpacked in just a few days, bad news is that I just want to crawl under the covers with a fat bowl of icecream and have a braincation.

I don't want to answer the phone, I don't want to talk to anyone, I don't want to unpack ANYMORE, I just want rest somewhere familiar and not think about everything for a good half of my day.

On the plus side, living in a house is an absolute joy. It feels like you've come full circle and you're back in the place you started, if that makes sense. Guess it's that whole, "we're all trying to get back to our inner child" thing. Not to mention I have my own office, which is the adult equivalent of your bedroom as a 10 year old...complete with "No Boyz Allowed" sign. I forgot how awesome it is being surrounded by all YOUR stuff. And if I want to paint my walls neon green, by god, I can.

The kitties have warmed up to the place nicely. Toki was the first to have a sniff around and get acquainted, the little girl made her way out from under the futon a few days later. We'd hear a little pathetic mew from under the futon every now and then which was so sad to hear, but whatevs...cats are cats, and they adjust.

Their morning burnout and drifting sessions on the wood floors have been the highlights of the morning. What makes it even better is that the little girl is a complete spaz and scared of everything by nature. So in mid burnout, she gets scared that she's getting no traction and grabs another gear and really tries to haul ass. It's like watching a flipbook of a cat running. The cat's going balls out and not getting anywhere.

Beetus drama has kicked up a bit. I'm debating on whether or not to get the pump and use a continuous monitoring system. The combo together basically acts as a bionic pancreas that's always "stuck" on you. Of course, having a needle stuck in my belly all the time sounds like an absolute picnic, but it would supposedly make me feel more "normal". My life wouldn't scheduled around mealtimes and shots, the pump would do all the work.

Also, I need to worry about long term affects of high/low blood sugar and the toll it takes on my body. Unfortunately, 7-10 BL checks every day isn't enough to catch all your highs and lows, you really need something that monitors continuously.

I am, however, kind of excited by the wireless, Apple-esque sexy "Omnipod". It kinda just sticks on you like a giant white junebug that wireless transmits your information to a monitor. You can stick it in alot of places that will hopefully be concealed by clothes, but I honestly don't really care if it's noticeable. If my little junebug peeps out from under my clothes, I'll just tell people I'm a robot and move on.

One thing I am kinda worried about is sexy times. To me, a giant mechanical device stuck to your muffin top is just about as sexy as a giant skin tag. The thought of Paul having to graze his hand over that thing pretty much craters my self esteem and makes me feel broken. It's just something I thought I would NEVER have to worry about in my entire life.

So...if I were to divulge the secret advertising trick that would make a diabetic buy anything, promise them the product will make them feel NORMAL AGAIN. Trust me, we'll buy anything that promises that. :/