very tired
Sep. 14th, 2004 12:18 amand depressed. I can't get my blood sugar to act right. Yesterday I had no carbs at ALL, no sugars, no nothing my blood sugar skyrocketed to over 200. THe night I had pizza and beer and it was 50 points lower than this. I don't know what to do. It shouldn't be so food disjointed. I'm going to stop checking my sugar at night because when it's insane like last night I don't sleep. I just obsess over it.
Then my students are busy telling my boss I never taught them half the stuff I did. He knows better and told them so (he can hear my lectures) Their test is on wed. I'm sure half will fail. SIgh. I even GAVE them two questions today, TWO. If they miss it, they deserve to fail. That's the one problem with teaching I can see, I have no patience for academic laziness.
And then comes THIS bit of weirdness Mom calls me to tell me my med school sent the Pay Us or We'll Break Your Legs letter to me AND my grandmother at my grandmother's address. I'm dumbfounded. HOW OCPM got my grannie's addy is beyond me let alone think to harrass me there. Then she tells me my dad and uncle got the letter and I'm thinking what the hell were they doing at Assunta's? I ask. Mom says no not THAT grandmother, Guiseppina (i.e. JoAn) Oh, well let them harrass her, mom. she's been dead for 6 years. Let them try to collect money from her. I think she'd be amused. I know I am. Do you have to be a special brand of stupid to work in the loan department of a college (Oooo I'm gonna get it for that, aren't i?)
Then my students are busy telling my boss I never taught them half the stuff I did. He knows better and told them so (he can hear my lectures) Their test is on wed. I'm sure half will fail. SIgh. I even GAVE them two questions today, TWO. If they miss it, they deserve to fail. That's the one problem with teaching I can see, I have no patience for academic laziness.
And then comes THIS bit of weirdness Mom calls me to tell me my med school sent the Pay Us or We'll Break Your Legs letter to me AND my grandmother at my grandmother's address. I'm dumbfounded. HOW OCPM got my grannie's addy is beyond me let alone think to harrass me there. Then she tells me my dad and uncle got the letter and I'm thinking what the hell were they doing at Assunta's? I ask. Mom says no not THAT grandmother, Guiseppina (i.e. JoAn) Oh, well let them harrass her, mom. she's been dead for 6 years. Let them try to collect money from her. I think she'd be amused. I know I am. Do you have to be a special brand of stupid to work in the loan department of a college (Oooo I'm gonna get it for that, aren't i?)

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Date: 2004-09-14 05:08 am (UTC)Grrrr.
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Date: 2004-09-14 07:29 am (UTC)The blood sugar thing is more disturbing. I was so mad about it I did something dumb and at a sweet muffin. My sugar was lower than the day I did what I'm supposed to do.
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Date: 2004-09-14 07:29 am (UTC)What does your endocrinologist think? (oh wait, you just moved. Do you even have one?)
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Date: 2004-09-14 07:51 am (UTC)I'm keeping a log and guess I'mgoing to start logging what I eat and then insist on seeing one again.
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Date: 2004-09-14 07:44 am (UTC)And, I think by definition, they'd get a little further with me. I'd at least return their calls. ;)
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Date: 2004-09-14 07:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-14 08:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-14 08:24 am (UTC)