Some therapists REALLY shouldn't be practicing. The first therapist I ever saw, when I was in my late 30s, told me that if I was serious about wanting to be cured of my (situational) depression and anxiety, I should stop dressing like I was going to a Victorian funeral. And maybe dye my hair a normal color.

I stared at her, then said, "That is interesting advice. I will not be making any further appointments, and please be sure to have your billing department only charge me for the half hour I've been here."

Diabetes is a fickle condition.

Sometimes your body reacts by releasing too much insulin, sometimes it stores it for later.

From what I've read, gestational is even more volatile.

I believe it is, just like dieting, much more complex than people who don't have to deal with it seem to really grasp.

I've been pretty lucky with my therapists and shrinks. I have found therapy for anxiety helpful, but I think it's because I've got a really awesome therapist who is completely non-judgmental, and, when I don't have the spoons to do all the homework, works with me to find a compromise of what I feel up to at any given point. It's been very effective. I wish you all could find someone as good as she is. Plus, my shrink really listens to me and makes good recommendations, she's the one who referred that particular therapist to me. Maybe it's because the UW Health system really does a good job with finding good people. All I can say is I am happy to reap the benefits thereof.

I've had a few bad therapists and only 2 really horrid shrinks.

New thing learned today - my pulse is erratic and there is some...not concern...but questioning as to why. I've been asked to drink more water.

They aren't taking me for tests so I guess it's not really serious but I guess they'll determine it based on other vital sign readings.

There is a new idea for what happens next with me... I think I just need to get used to that.

my pulse is erratic and there is some...not concern...but questioning as to why.

Well, the bad news is this would prevent you from becoming an astronaut.

That is indeed disappointing, tommyrot. My pulse has always beat to a different drummer apparently, but they don't seem to think it is an issue. It just gets mentioned from time to time.

askye, keeping you in my thoughts. I'm sorry this is all so difficult.

DCJ, thanks. The doctors and specialists don't really mention that. I get cranky because being this regimented really goes against my nature. So, if I'm going to do it, I want my body to cooperate.

some of them are crazier than you. I can count on one hand the social workers I wouldn't say that of(it's a well-shaped hand, but still) Also, it really isn't good for the profession that they have learned to accept hugs and "I don't know how she does it," instead of money because then they want me to do it too, and then I have to bartleby them and it's a Thing.

I once left a therapist because I said something like, "I know I'm weird, but I'm OK with it," and she was horrified and kept trying to get me to say that I was normal, and I refused. Then I said something that included "Let your freak flag fly," and she REALLY didn't like the word "freak," either.

I don't really trust anyone who thinks they're normal.