Exhausted

That's what everyone seems to be, even in this podunk town of ours.

We went down to LA Saturday and came back Tuesday and are worn little nubbins. Wyatt had a pretty productive diabetes check up Monday. We are going to start the ball rolling and get an insulin pump, which is basically a beeper sized external pancreas. We'll still need to do 2,000 or so glucose checks (involving finger sticks) a year for a few years, but we can skip the 1,500 shots and do about 300something instead. It will mean that we can work towards reducing Wyatt's A1c averages (a good thing).

The gastro check up was canceled because of illness, and I didn't handle the news well. I just kind of zoned out at the hospital and felt a bit overwhelmed. It means that I'll probably be taking the boy down on a Monday for a Tuesday appointment and drive back. 10+ hours of driving in little over 24 hours for a 15 minute appointment.

I was being selfish. Oh well. Luckily, we came home from LA to a wonderful hot lasagna (thanks Janet) and tamales (thanks girls!) and an emptied dishwasher (thanks Michelle).

And today's a better day already.

My list of gratitude goes here:

• We did not get sideswiped by that really fast white car on Hollywood Blvd.
• We did not get into any rain related accidents, even though we saw heaps of them.
  
• We beat the road closure home.
• We are not fighting a big or terminal disease, like so many families who use CHLA are.
• The Santa CHLA provided was vintage and lovely, not cheeseball.
• I have a lovely aunt and cousin who house and feed us when we are in LA.
• The espresso drinks at Intelligentsia on Sunset are getting better and better.
• Matt and I like Silver Lake/Los Feliz. Just as well CHLA is there.
  
• There was a Swiss Mont D'or Vacherin at the Silver Lake Cheeseshop.
• Wyatt is a typical almost four year old dude and lacks no self confidence.