I'm Going Back To The Start

First off, I celebrated my four year diabeticversary on Saturday. Four years, whew. Some days I forget I even have it, others I've tossed my pump down the hallway in frustration. (Note: I don't advise throwing a $7000 medical item. Ever. I also never said I always used my brain.) Even though I don't always like dealing with it, I am thankful for the impact it has made on my life. No one ever said this life was going to be easy, and thank God it isn't. Because I'd be INCREDIBLY bored.

So that was this weekend. Didn't really celebrate too much except for some awesome cupcakes for the "normals" (all relative) and some special ones for me and those who dared to try them.

In other news, another momentous occasion is soon on the horizon.... I'm going back to school on Monday! I'm excited, scared, vomitous and most importantly, ready. I am so ready to get back into the swing of things. However, you know those first day jitters? I feel like catepillars infested my stomach, hatched and now are swarming around has giganto butterflies. Dramatic? I know. But I'm trying to make a point here! For me it's nerve-racking because I'm starting mid-year, commuting and completely changing my major. Also, the school is literally twice the size of Scranton. Plan of action: get there early and try not to get lost on the first day. But we'll see.

Honestly, I can not believe I'm starting all over again. It was rough the first time, but to have to do it again, frankly I don't want to. Today was the first day I realized that I'm not going back to Scranton. And it stung. A lot. I loved the school and the people there. I always loved the sense of community at Scranton. I just hope I can find it here too. I am super duper excited to start my psych classes though. I am not however looking forward to Spanish. It's been a good year since classes, so I am a little rusty, to say the least. Well nothing like diving in with both feet!

I'd also like to make a general note to the public: My pancreas is getting a complex.

If you understand that then, kudos to you.

Peace, Love & God Bless

It's My Party and I Will Cry If I Have To Share It

So this weekend was a little bit insane on the scale of insanity, that of which I just created. Not bad insane, just a lot of running around. As some of you may or may not know, practically my entire family is born in the month of October. My brother, sister, brother-in-law, cousin, Dad, my old dog and of course me, are all born in this spectacular month. Everyone thinks that's really cool. I do not.

Ok maybe I skipped this lesson in kindergarten, but sharing my birthday with everyone else is not as exciting as it sounds. (Ok maybe I don't like to share my birthday but I do share my....nope...um...I have to have shared something in these almost 19 years....) I never get to blow out a cake by myself. (And yes, I AM allowed to eat cake. So don't ask me if I should be having it) When everyone sings "Happy Birthday," it's usually a mish-mosh of five different names. I never get my exact amount of birthday candles and never get to choose a cake. (It can't be gender specific) And I'm sure there are other non-perks for my birthday.

So you know what I get? I get a diabeticversary. Yeah, say that three times. I celebrate the day I got diabetes. Some people amy think it's strange, and well, it is. It's not that I'm jumping for joy at the very thought of having it. It's that it changed me, for better and for worse. And I think if my birth get's it's own holiday, so should my diabetes. Really, being a diabetic has made me so much more thankful for everyday things and taught me not to sweat the small stuff (Like having to share my birthday, I don't mind it that much anymore). Last year I celebrated with low-sugar cupcakes. They also had little pancreases drawn on them. 'Cause mine don't work. Picture may come later. So look out for that post next year. BE EXCITED!

Also note to the wise: I swear if any one gets diabetes on the same day as my diabeticversary, I will crush you into small little pieces..... I mean graciously share my low-sugar cupcakes with you.

Until next time... Peace, Love & God Bless