Ok, so it's almost 2am. I recently just got home from work and I am freaked out. So I feel like writing. It makes me feel better for some reason... when I write, while freaked out because I get to go off in tangents. Why I am freaked out? I am glad you asked! Here's the story: I forgot to take dinner to work with me and I wear an insulin pump. It's okay. I had snacks but since my last and first meal of the day was at Pizza Hut at 11:30am with the girls after their field trip to the fire department... I was pretty hungry when I got home. I noticed my pump was almost empty so I send the rest of my insulin into my blood stream, and eat some of the left overs from bug and bee's dinner. (Yes, eating this late, BAD) The pump site needs to be changed every 3-4 days which is when my reservoir gets empty anyway. I get done eating, noticed my pump had sent the rest of the insulin into my blood stream so I pulled it off like I usually do.
Now had I known that my blood stream wanted to be outside of my body afterward, I probably wouldn't have done that quite yet. It was awful. That's why I am freaked out. And for some reason, I just stood there while blood got all over the kitchen floor, pressing it down with my hand like that was going to stop it. It was like I was fascinated by it or something. I guess for a minute my brain didn't understand that there was free flowing blood.... and no pain whatsoever. I did finally wake up, get a paper towel and rush upstairs. After it stopped, I had to come downstairs and clean up what was pretty close to looking like a crime scene. At least I only got a few drops on my favorite jeans. That was just plain freaky and weird! I think I may leave the pump off for a few days and just manually inject my insulin........
Other health issues are still present but undiagnosed. I am having a HIDA Scan done on Thursday. They inject some kind of radiation dye in the blood streams to look into your body and check out your gallbladder. If it's not my gallbladder, I guess we'll be going at the appendix next. Woo? HIDA scan is such a weird word. Hide-a- scan! It's almost fun to say but I have the feeling that I won't be laughing on Thursday. What's the best part about getting a hide-a-scan? My mom is coming for 2 days!!!! Yay, mom! And she's bring my niece with her! The girls are excited. We picked her up a Disney Princess nightgown since bug and bee have one so they all could "match," Lyssabug was feeling a little left out when the girls spent the week at my mom's so they'll have fun.... in matching Disney Princess night gowns.... and I will fast for several hours and go have radiation injected in my body. Sometimes, I just feel like my doctors should open me up and just take out everything I don't need. I don't need a gallbladder, an appendix, and you know, I have diabetes, so if my pancreas does is getting infected, what good is it to me? It makes insulin but my body doesn't use it. Take it out!
Ok, so I am being drastic. But since January I have been a human pin cushion. Poked, prodded, checked, prepped, examined, knocked out, in pain, scanned, x-rayed, ultrasound-ed, colonoscopied, endoscopied, biopsied, and I supposed on Thursday I will be Hide-a-scanned. Enough is enough! I am officially tired after 15 whole minutes of venting. So, one more check around the house to make sure I got everything cleaned up and then if I fall asleep fast enough, I may just get 5 hours of sleep. ;)