There's a reason dial-up is an ancient concept.

So, as I usually write at night about my day, I went to do so again last night. What seemed to be the problem? I could not get online! In no way at all was I able to write to my fellow waiting fans! My phone cord was messed up and the nurse was the most unhelpful person ever and blew it off. So I decided to use my own laptop and use the wireless that somehow allows me to write in my blog. No luck! The wireless networks weren't connecting any longer for me. The world of internet was against me writing in my blog last night.

But this morning! I finally had a nurse that listened to me, and she brought me a new phone cord. Voila! It was that simple, and the nurse last night blamed it on the hospital shutting off the phones at a certain hour. 7:30 at night? I think that is a bit early. She disagreed. She was wrong. Jerk. OK, enough ranting about the nurses.

Nothing new really occurred since the last blog. I feel as though the antibiotics are slowly starting to take a little bit of effect. I'm gaining weight at a terribly fast speed because I eat so often here and get out of my room for real exercise about 1-2 times per week. My sugars are coming under control, and Dr. Steinfeld said he doesn't want me out of here until my sugars have been under control for a length of time. I'm making things I never used to do a habit, so maybe they will carry on when I get home. No, they definitely will. I'll just have to take away some eating and add some moving around. Dropping weight should happen pretty quickly.

Something new and amazing did occur this morning though!! After waking up and spilling a drink all over me/my bed and having to remake it so early in the morning, I was a little erked. But who did I see in the morning that made it all better? Both Dr. Steinfeld and Dr. Schidlow!! Yes, that's right. My primary doctor out here that I haven't seen in mooonths. Maybe even a year or so. He is the head of the hospital and is therefore constantly busy, but he made time to come and talk to me and see me before a ceremony for the graduating residents. How nice. He did not preach to me for the first time in my life. He gave me the pathophysiology of my diabetes as opposed to telling me why it's bad I'm not treating it. That helped me a lot because I understood why I was constantly tired and unable to concentrate. He also told me a lot of stuff I didn't know, such as not taking care of my sugars can lead to more fat production, lower metabolism, and if it gets too out of control, it can lead to a fatty liver, where fat just piles up in the liver. Noooo goooood. He told me that he thinks that the doctors need to focus more on the pathophysiology of the diseases rather than just preaching to me.

Good stuff, I tell ya. So my plan for the day is to get cleaned up, remake my bed with my dry blanket back on it, and relax. But for now, breakfast!