The Good News: The Diabetes Center was ALL KINDS OF AWESOME and were 100% helpful and got me all the prescriptions I needed and I’m pretty sure there were rainbows and bunnies shooting out of the air vents.

The Bad News: More fun times to be had on the phone with THE INSURANCE COMPANY and THE MAIL-ORDER PRESCRIPTION COMPANY and THE INSULN PUMP SUPPLY COMPANY (capitalized to indicate their purely EVIL natures) in order to accomplish the dispensing of three months worth of medication and pump supplies. I expect to be pissed off again before too long because that’s just exactly the kind of lovely person I am.

The Good News: The Diabetes Center even managed to get bloodwork done for me, which isn’t fun, but I mean, really! Bloodwork! Without any phone calls! Or yelling! It’s an effin’ miracle! 

The Bad News: I defy anyone to tell me there is something more humiliating than bringing two kids with you into the bathroom while you -erm- *collect* a urine sample. The ONLY saving grace was that it was a private washroom and not a multi-stalled, potty-house where everyone could here Avery say “Mommy, why are you washing your hands BEFORE you go pee? What are those little wipes for? What are those BOTTLES FOR??? WHY DOES THE DOCTOR WANT TO SEE YOUR PEEEE???” and Kieran simply yelling “PEE!! MAMA! PEEEEEE!!!!”  I am absolutely POSITIVE that the whole waiting room could hear us in there. I left quickly, and without making eye contact with anyone. Ah, dignity, how I miss you.