Tomorrow my birthday

Today a midterm exam. Today is statistics, next week is forestry, week after that is geotechnology. I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Test time can not come and go without some kind of hiccup in the works. I think this time it was losing my little data recorder that I use to record one of my lectures. Luckily I also do take written notes along with recording, I just like to be able to go back and fill in those things I missed the first time around.

Vivian is running a tad bit high this week. It may be time for a med change but I'm not 100% sure yet. I want to get the numbers from the school nurse so I have a more complete picture of what's going on inside that little body of hers. I let her do an injection today. She didn't really get it done but she did stick herself and I plunged the dose on in. She's not really old enough to do it yet, I just wanted to give her a chance.

I sent away for information on pumps. I'd really like to get her on a pump as soon as possible. I've been looking on-line, but I'd like to hold the brochures in my hands. After I do that, I'll see if we can get some reps to come out and demo them for us. I looked at the Omni pod at a JDRF group last month, it's nice, but it does not have a continuous BGL monitor attachment. I think a CBGLM would be a cool thing.

Anyone who knows me knows that I am not religious in the least. But I saw this and it struck a cord with me. Of course I don't see her as being less than perfect. She just is who she is. This is just a piece of her.

How God Selects the Mother of a Diabetic Child
By: Erma Bombeck


"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint Matthew.

"Forrest, Marge, daughter, Patron Saint Cecilia.

"Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron Saint Gerard. He's used to profanity.

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a child with diabetes." The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She is so happy."

"Exactly," Smiles God. "Could I give a child with diabetes to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she the patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I am gong to give her has her own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy.

"But Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect She has just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps. "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she cannot separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with less than perfect."

"She does not realize it yet, but she is to be envied. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see.... ignorance, cruelty, prejudice.....and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as if she is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in midair.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."