Still, a night awake at home beats a night awake at work.

I'm feeling all virtuous as I've been cooking and cleaning all day. Only hitch was forgetting that I shouldn't put a liquid in the food processor.

Crossposted simultaniously to my LJ and here.

HR at work has told me to stop checking my glucose in the breakroom/kitchen at work. Apparently someone complained (after I've been working there for TEN MONTHS).

Apparently my tiny drop of blood, well maintained and immediatly tossed in the trash is a "health issue." One of the suggestions was the bathrooms. Ecch. ETA: The men's room has a urinal three feet from the sinks, and no place to perch the stuff, anyway. I'll be in my bunk at my desk.

Another Diabetic co-worker observed that it's apparently still okay to fart, burp, sneeze and cough in the room, so yay.

I'm of mixed mind on it. One part of me wants to say "oh well" the other part of me feels a bit militant, wanting the right for my own health issue.

MOM IS HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL.

Yay MG's mom!

This evening, I discovered that my shin has THE KNOT FROM HELL.

Ugh--sorry.

Maybe there's another option, Daniel? Maybe you can go to your car, or do the test at your desk, or in a conference room or something? Honestly, I can understand people objecting to blood in the break room (and I have plenty of diabetics in my family, but family is...well...blood). It's one of those things that would skeeve me. I'd like to think I wouldn't complain about, but I know it is likely I would be ashamedly grateful once someone else did complain.

Oh yeah, there are other places to do it, it's just the kitchen has the nice clean sink and water and soap to wash my hands first.

The men's room has a urinal three feet from the sinks, and no place to perch the stuff, anyway.

That's why I said I'm of mixed mind. I can do without the kitchen, and buy more alcohol wipes.

Do they have any other place, Daniel? I completely understand not liking to perform the test in a common bathroom.

Daniel, if this is a health issue, aren't they obligated to help you find a place where you can to the tests in a sanitary manner? I'd go back to HR and drop the problem back on their plate, or at least get them to offer up some suggestions.

Hubby was awake enough to chat this morning when I got up. He said I must have interesting dreams. Apparently I "walk", I reach for things, and I wave my fists around. The only word he's ever heard me say clearly was "stick." It's probably just as well I don't enunciate in my sleep, he doesn't need to know about those dreams about Billy Idol.

Heh.

The DH and I both dreamed I was pregnant last night. I desperately hope this is one of those dream symbols that means something else entirely, like my paycheck is about to clear or something.

Timelies.

I had interesting dreams that were very involved stories. I'm not functional enough to describe them, and it would probably bore everyone, but I think they came from one of Nick's old girlfriend's calling me last night for advice about what it meant that she has a crush on one of her female friends, and me over the course of the last few days thinking about faith and magical thinking and why the two are different and why it matters.

Aidan and Kara are home from school today. Aidan didn't sleep at all well last night, and since yesterday was swimming, and he was frightened by it, I think he was just feeling overwhelmed. He's been coming to me for many hugs.

I had a sudden radical realization a little bit ago. I occasionally watch "Designed to Sell" where fixer-uppers come in and redesign a house with $2000.00 so that it will sell for more than it would otherwise, and one of the things that the "real estate expert" they use says often is, "what is this room for? I see no clear purpose." That popped into my head this morning as I was trying to figure out how to fit everything in here that we need with 3 kids, 4 cats and two computer loving freaks, and I realized that if I really focus on the purpose of each room, I think I can organize it better and make our house look less like a big clutter bomb went off. I am anxious to make it work, though I doubt it will happen today. I'm going to work on planning first, and then do it slowly over the next week.