You might be a redneck

if at the faculty christmas party, several dishes are things the faculty shot and field dressed themselves.

but damn that wild boar was delicious and I don't even like pork.

I made 6 pounds of maple bourbon sweet potatoes. There's nothing left.

I'm very sleepy now after eating carbs to celebrate my fight with my endocrinologist. More on that later.

now to work on the gradebook

Doctor update (since I'm sure you're dying to know)

Yeah, I got into it with the doc today. Off the bat I tell him about the adrenal tumor and his attitude was clearly 'so what?' He says well we see those in 1-5% of all abdominal CT's and they're just there. I said I KNOW that. (i did, i looked it up). But he says it in a tone that suggests that it's 90% 'they ain't no big deal' instead of 90% likely to be putting out steriods. I said i DO have Cushing symptoms, remember? You DID send me for a test in May to see if I had that. He looks back at the chart and it's NOT an adrenal adenoma but rather some bizarre benign tumor (they think) mostly made up of fat and a nest of blood vessels. I start getting frustrated because I see this going nowhere.

So I change tactics back to the diabetes and tell him the new pill isn't doing much and that when I had to go off the Glucophage last week because of the CT contrast dye my sugar got worse. He had talked about upping the dose last time and I said might we try that THEN I asked again WHY after taking Byetta did I spin out of control and I got another non-answer.

Basically he wanted me to come in to stay at the hospital for a few days the next time my sugar got over 300 so they could experiment with me. I said you know i'm having trouble with my insulin. I can't inject it any mor ebecause ALL fat in my thighs is now covered with varicose veins, hell even my arms,explain that doc and the striae (stretch marks) in my belly are so bad I can't get the needle into them. He says, let me see your belly...

Funny after seeing that I have to do an unpleasant test ( TMI )

But the thing that nearly lead to him with his head up his own butt? I KNOW he doesn't believe me when I say I eat well. He caught himself in the middle of a very nasty remark about my weight and did a quick reverse. I don't have much choice in endocrinologists here. He's not a bad doctor. He's just NOT aggressive. If these tests come back negative, I'm going to suck it up and cancel a class and go to Columbus for a day to the diabetes ONLY clinic there.

if i didn't to turn in finals I would have went back to him today. Hi I was 155 this morning, right now my sugar is 343. Go on, hospitalize me and watch it NOT go down when you put me on some restrictive diet from hell

writing

because i haven't babbled about it in a day or so. Been writing a lot. Got two BtVS stories, one FMA and one Saiyuki into the edit stage. Did realize that I do have two more to go on the FMA requests. Going to go play with the original fic verse now.

However if i get asked to do another sex scene, I'll punch the requestor. erotica has gotten...not dull but not that interesting either.


and I forgot to mention at the faculty party one of the prof's brought out her dulcimer to play christmas songs. let's just say we're not much on caroling but watching the little Hindu math prof trying to lead the way was a charge.


and if it doesn't stop raining I need to start work on the ark. I have kittens. what else to bring? the starving golden retriver that ran from me in front of my place?