I feel like my whole life is full of stress right now. From my whole job situation to getting a chip on my freshly-pedicured toes, life right now is Le Suck.
The overclouding stresser right now is my job. We keep getting tidbits each and every day about how the RIF (reduction-in-force) is going to play out. For my company, that process will happen next week. Regardless if I stay or go next week, one this is for certain: the program will NOT be the better for it. I'm choosing to not let this be a political post, but the fact is that with so many people being let go at once, there will be several projects that will die when they leave. And I've already been reassigned to another project fulltime, which means I've moved away from the original project that I got hired for. I really like the new project that I'm on, and I love the people on it. But it's not related to anything that I have a passion for, like weather.
Another stresser is our new dog, Missy. She's a lovable little thing, but she's full grown and still 100% puppy. We're having to start over with her on training and she's taken to it pretty well, but I worry so much about where she came from and what kind of past she's had. She was found as a stray, so there's no telling where her history starts. But she loves us and Roscoe who will play with her until they both collapse from exhaustion. She's not "officially" ours yet, paperwork pending. But she has a heart of gold, and as her new pet momma I worry about her feeling safe and secure with her new family.
And of course, there's always diabetes. My numbers have been pretty solid, evidence by my latest A1c. But I've been running really low at night for no good reason other than standard housework. When I arrive home from work, I stay pretty busy until about 9:00 PM when I crash and veg out to The Office for an hour. For example, yesterday I was finishing up some laundry from the day before, cleaned up the kitchen to actually make dinner, cleaned up some kitty pee (Grrrr! This bugs me to no end, especially in a new house. But I think they're feeling threatened with the new dog. Get over it, kids, we don't love the new baby more than you. Sheesh!), and started the sausage-stuffed french loaf and steamed veggies dinner. I was already at 50 mg/dL before even starting dinner. Less than an hour and a half after dinner, I was feeling all kinds of fuzzy, which lead to a test resulting in 47 mg/dL. Having this many lows before bedtime scares me, so I usually overcompensate and end up way high by morning.
All this to say that I'm stressed. I tend to have an overly stressed nature to begin with. There's always a worry in my mind at some point throughout the day. "Did I put that check in the mail?" "I wonder if the dogs are OK in 97 F weather?" "Will I ever stick to a workout routine?" "Does diabetes mean I won't live to see my 50th wedding anniversary?" And of course, "Will I be layed off next week?"
DISCLAIMER: I am not a doctor, nurse, certified diabetes educator (CDE) or any medical professional of any kind. (But I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express!) Therefore, please do not use any of my postings as medical fact. I am simply a blogger expressing my highs and lows (pun intended) with diabetes. For changes in your medication, exercise regiment, or diet please consult a qualified physician.