My lil' meter

The insurance wont cover my Ultra 2, which makes for a very sad Jamie, who grew to love that little machine. I think my Ascensia Contour knew I was going to betray it, because yesterday, it let off this awful squeal at me. I don't know where it came from or what caused it, but it scared me. I miss the Ultra 2...diabetes is not fair....I could of at least had a cool glucometer. Well, I have a phone number for a lady who works at Medtronic and can help me get my insulin pump easier. I was supposed to get it almost a year ago, but then again, my beloved insurance, and a pesky little man named Shawn made that nearly impossible. But now Shawn is gone (ha ha, rhyme) and hopefully this lady will be a lot nicer. My luck will be that a get some cheap pump because it will save the good ole' insurance company some money. I don't want an Omnipod....I want a medtronic....a purple or silver one. Then I am going to name it, just like all of my other friends do. Yes, diabetes can adle the brains, but you should have as much fun with it as possible, right?

I have decided that I want to join the cross country team with my friend Lisa. It was that or volleyball, and my head is kind of like a ball magnet. Ooof!