Okay. 'Fess up, how many of you are now singing the theme song to the "Facts of Life?"
And thank you for indulging me in my last, very whine-infested post. Sometimes a girl's gotta whine when she can't have any wine. And there's no chocolate in the house. Or gummi-bears.
I really must go shopping.
So we discovered that Elise's rash is viral and could be sticking around for the next 3 weeks. And what a suck-fest that's going to be. We have her on so many different creams/medications/treatments, it seems like every time I see her I'm either injecting her, syringing something into her, slathering something on her, or throwing her in an oatmeal bath.
With all the craptastic stuff going on (and there's more than what I talked about in my last post, some of it I just didn't feel like going into), there is one ray of light that has me doing a little jig.
Today was Elise's endo appointment.
Her A1C was 6.7.
I almost pooped my pants.
With our crazy life over the last 3 months, I had no idea what it would be. My guess would have been high 7s. We have been seeing our share of high numbers, but I forget that she doesn't stay there for very long.
The rest of the appointment went great. She didn't grow all that much, but that's okay since she had a huge growth spurt the last time.
We did get a raised eyebrow from the endo when we told her about our mad diluting skills. But she's cool with it, since it seems to work.
6.7... it's got a nice ring to it.
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