This coming Monday I will be starting my new job, working with pulmonary research data at a children’s hospital.  I am moving, which is exciting, but moving has become a huuuuge pain in the patootie.  I am having to sell my condo in Northern Colorado which I am not too happy about since I loved that little place, but hopefully I can find something even better in my new town (If you know anyone who may be interested please let me know).  In the mean time I have moved in with my mother which is proving a huge challenge of it’s own.  No way I can afford two mortgages, so I must be patient.

The hardest part of living back at mom’s is food.  It is difficult living with someone who does not understand diabetes or even carbohydrates.  This house is filled with carb packed foods, bread, doughnuts, halloween candy…  high fructose corn syrup.  Every where I turn around I am stuffing my face with snacks, and not nutrition packed stuff like I had at my house.  The killer for me is the HFCS, for some reason it makes my glucose levels go crazy high then I have a low crash hours later.  But I can’t resist the stuff when it is right under my nose screaming EAT ME! EAT ME!!!  Before moving in with mom I had nearly eliminated HFCS from my diet, but now I am off the wagon and my BGs are going crazy again.

All the swings in my BG levels are taking a toll on me.  Not only am I exhausted from the wacky sugars, but my lungs seem to be taking a small down turn, my allergies are going completely crazy and my oxygen levels are starting to tank (running about 90% on room air).  This just sucks.

I have been seeing a lot of commercials on the tv saying that HFCS is natural and is just like sugar… ummmm… I would have to disagree when I look at how it affects my BG levels.  I can eat sugar, take a bolus of insulin and if I calculated the number of carbs correctly, my BG levels are right where they should be.  Set me down with some HFCS and my body goes crazy.

Anyway… I guess this is just a little update on the going’s on of Salty.  Hope all is well with you!

Now I am awaiting an official piece of paper so I can make my next move! It looks VERY promising. I am already getting congratulations from folks I have not told a thing to, so…. if the bureaucracy paperwork would hurry up…. I can’t wait to tell you!!!

So much happened this month! I finally moved into MY new condo. Such an easy move since it is the exact same floor plan as the condo I was renting! Thanks to all who helped me move all of my junk! I couldn’t have done it with out you! Wonder how much movers would charge to move all my stuff one block. My best friend K did the most wonderful thing for me. She made my bed! Something so little, something so simple, but it meant so much. After moving boxes all day, unpacking the most necessary items, nothing felt better than slipping under the covers of a pre-made bed. Such a wonderful, thoughtful thing.

Had another appointment with my diabetes doctor. I practically begged him for an insulin pump. I just can’t mentally handle all these shots. I give myself 5-6 shots a day. Not an easy thing to do especially when I am already not feeling well because of my CF. Darn him for saying it would be a huge “cosmetic” change wearing a pump and I should really think about it. WHAT?!! I am sorry, but when you are raised around medical technology, wearing a little thing the size of a pager 24/7 is not a big deal when it comes to being HEALTHY! I bet he doesn’t have diabetes himself and apparently has no clue what it is like to personally deal with it. ARG.

In a promise to myself to become healthier I joined a gym. I went once, but found myself to tired to go again. I couldn’t get myself to wake up super early to go before work, and if I waited until after work I was so exhausted I couldn’t get the motivation to go. If I get worn down I am more susceptible to infections. I seemed to get more and more tired as the month went on, so I kept skipping out on the gym.

My best friend K finally got her Master’s degree!! YEAAA! Go K! Congrats girl!

I had an old friend surprise me on my doorstep on my birthday. I think that was the best gift anyone has ever given me. I love my friends. Life would suck with out them!

Went to a grand Halloween party. Wish I had remembered my camera. Dressed in a huge black and gold ball gown, with a gold mask and a crown, I named myself the Evil Step-Mother. We had so much fun dancing and playing DJ. Now how am I going to top that costume next year?! Halloween has to be my favorite holiday, I just love dressing up!