Whirlwind of People.
Gah! So much has happened just since Wednesday night I hardly know where to start!
Well, I suppose I’ll get the quick ‘n’ dirty out of the way. The Angry Eye seems to be chilling out a bit more now. I saw the eye doctor (again) this morning and he said the infection is down 70% – yay! Now I only have to take the medicated eye drops every two hours and while I can still feel it whenever I blink, it does not feel like there is a 2×4 in my eyeball. Which is great.
Now that we have the obligatory health stuff out of the way, on to the fun stuff:
On Wednesday, I took the train into NYC to see a reader, Gayle, who had emailed me a few weeks back after I wrote a post about being homesick. She offered to meet me for coffee or drinks. Last week, while at the U.N. (I just love saying that by the way) I managed to forget my wonderful Nine West coat on a chair. It was picked up by a staff member who helped organize the event, and she told me she was coming back to the city on Wednesday and could leave it with the concierge. I decided that would be a great time to see Gayle since I would have to be in the city anyway and didn’t really want to come all the way in just to leave again. This was, of course, before all the eye drama, but once Wednesday rolled around, I decided to forge ahead, angry eye be damned.
Let me say this about Gayle (and she knows this too, so I know I’m not offending her): I have never met anyone so excited to meet another diabetic. Gayle doesn’t know very many people (if any, as I recall) with diabetes. I know a lot of people who don’t know anyone else with diabetes, but Gayle is the first person to ever applaud when I tested my blood sugar before dinner. No, seriously. She clapped. Audibly clapped. At the dinner table. And she did again when I took out my insulin pump to bolus. It was adorable.
We chatted about life with diabetes (since age 19 for her, since age 8 for me), we talked about insulin pumps (we have the same one – Minimed), we talked about endocrinologists (we have the same one!) at Naomi Berrie, we talked about tricks of the trade (she keeps a reservoir full of insulin in her testing kit in case she runs out of insulin). We ate at a wonderful Italian restaurant on 45th and Ninth Avenue called Cascina and split a yummy chocolate souflee. We walked a bit, and talked even more. We talked about normal people stuff: noisy apartments, crowded subways, our jobs, and boys. We gossiped about the O.C. (“George is so fucking funny!” – Gayle) as if we all went to the same high school. We talked for awhile about blogging and about comment protocol (“the more, the better”). We sat outside of the Borders at Madison Square Garden for over an hour before I headed back to New Jersey and she headed back uptown.
Turkey Day arrived, and my vision threatened to strike every time I got in the car, so driving has been a bit tricky. My cornea nerves are irritated because of the infection, making me very sensitive to light and boy is it bright outside! I almost miss the overcast winter months in Oregon. I spent Thanksgiving with my dad’s cousin and her family, and we had the traditional Thanksgiving dinner. A couple minor changes: first, we fried the turkey by putting oil in the same barrel that my cousin uses to brew homemade beer and it was delicious and took only half an hour, there were no yams with marshmellows (which is probably for the best for this diabetic who can’t count carbs properly to save her life), I ate string bean casserole for the first time (NJ is bring a lot of unexpected firsts for me) and we ate our pumpkin pie with chocolate ice cream. Crazy, no? I thought you could only have vanilla ice cream with pie. Shows what I know. Blood sugar managed to stay pretty stable the first couple of hours, but I attribute that to the wine. Once the wine was out of my system I stayed steady in the 250th no matter how much correcting I did (even when I woke up at 6 a.m. to go to the bathroom I was 241). I also played doctor with my five-year-old cousin Rachel and after her mother popped in Bambi, spent at least twenty minutes with the grown-ups discussing the psychologist disturbances found in Disney and other children’s entertainment.
I woke up early to go to the eye doctor’s (see first paragraph) before catching the train to NYC to meet up with Sri, a new blogger and frequent commenter. He posted on Facebook that he was going to be in the area and wanted to meet up with people, so I took him up on the request. We met up at B & H Photo and then walked to 46th and Tenth Avenue for Ethiopian food. I’m fairly certain I haven’t had Ethiopian food before, and if I have, I don’t remember it. It was fabulous, and I recommend hunting down an Ethiopian restaurant near you or just come to NYC and I’ll take you! Sri is a scientist, so we spent our lunch talking about biology and diabetes technology, which I always love because I don’t usually meet people who know that much about biochemistry. Most of the time people are just theorizing, so it’s nice to meet someone who can explain things and know what they’re talking about. We also talked a bit about photography, and the lunch once again reinforced that I need to stop squandering my money on books and shoes and save it for a nice, new Nikon DSLR (probably a D40 like the one Kerri bought).
It is ridiculously cold today, with a pretty strong wind, which my eye did not like too much. Though, as I told Sri, I like when it gets this cold during the winter time because it assures me that the world isn’t ending today. And probably not tomorrow either.