J, silly, its not like you broke a nail.

No offense here.

Once again, Amych posts what I'm thinking before I can.

That's been a handy side effect of eating your spicy brains, Jess. You weren't supposed to find out about it, though....

So that's where those bite marks came from...

Hubby frequently wakes me up when my dreams become so involving that I kick him etc. Generally, however, those are cool dreams where I'm kicking ass or having exciting chase scenes. Obviously my real nightmares don't involve much movement. It was a Freddy Krueger/Jason type night, and having to chop mad killers into bits while they try to kill you is not as relaxing as one might think. Kudos to my sub-conscious for having the wherewithal to fight back ferociously and effectively, but I want my Billy Idol dreams back, thank you very much.

I dreamed I was going to see Serenity and sitting between Alan Tudyk and Nathan Fillion. So clearly I got the good dream mojo last night.

juliana, let the old year end with its curses and a new year begin with its blessings. (Because Nilly is good to quote, and it's exactly what I want to say).

Tom woke me up last night because he said it sounded like I was having an anxiety attack in my sleep. That's no fun. I barely remember though.

Well, I had the fasting bloodtest this morning. I get the results tomorrow.

I fear them.

I have probably gained the 11 lbs that Fay lost (Go Fay!!) and additionally, they're doing that thing where they see how your glucose is for the past 6 months and I've had a very stressy past six months chockful of bad eating (stress eating) and not exercising (back spasm).

I'm not looking forward to a birthday where I'm told I can never eat cake.

Whine whine whine. I'm about to set off into the cold cruel world to go to a place I heartily dislike. A place where a large cranky man will be upset with me because his stooopid computer equipment keeps frelling up. Perhaps today I will point out that nowhere in my application paperwork does it say that I am skilled as a network administrator. Perhaps today I will stomp off crying and have myself a hissy fit. Feh, blech and ptui.

I cannot imagine how Juliana thinks she may have given offense, so I hereby officially relieve her of all responsibility for the state of my personal sensibilities and welcome her to our fair state of Schwarzeneggerdystonia, where I hope she will find all that she seeks.

I fear them.

Strength, sumi. If the tests are positive, you're going to hear lots of horror stories told by people who probably have no idea how scared you are. The person I first talked to about what to expect with diabetes was about 19, rail-thin, rampantly acned, and chewing gum. She couldn't have been more bored when she outlined the worst-case scenarios. I nearly strangled her.

That said, diabetes is serious. However, the horror stories are aimed at people who shrug and say, "I can still have a triple-dip sundae with extra chocolate every day, I'll just take shots later," they're not aimed at people who slip up occasionally but try their best. My pharmacist told me that most diabetics can't keep their blood sugar below 200, when the low 100s are the goal. My biggest struggle--aside from my inveterate potato cravings--is to try and keep the endless lectures from the media in perspective. I'm very tired of "You may have this! You may have that! Don't you realize that if you keep doing X you'll die??!!" The warnings get more and more strident, and people keep plugging their ears harder and harder.

If it's positive, it'll be hard. The cravings will be horrific. You may be one of the lucky folk who can do moderation. Remember, most of the medical information is aimed at dumb people. The trick is to filter out the useful information from the lectures.