Carol Pearson ❌👑

My blood sugar is being a douche today.

A purple vase filled with yellow and white daffodils on a round table that is in front of a patio door.

Belated birthday present from a neighbor.

Can’t really say I blame you.

Used both the air fryer and the rice cooker today. Oh, and the microwave. Cod, rice, and broccoli.

I’ve had at least one ASD meltdown a day for the past 4 days, and my boss is really trying her hardest to make it 5.

I started using it about 20 years ago because they were the only online tax program at that time that allowed one to file for multiple states, and I had moved in 2006. I usually like to handle entry myself, and mostly use it for the data checks the website does before filing.

I had friends who worked as “tax professionals” with H&R Block in college and none of them majored in a field like math or accounting. I have a BA in mathematical economics. I mostly only use their site because I am used to it.

And the tax pro reviewer will ask for info you can’t provide because your phone refuses to scan or photograph documents clearly, so you have to fight to get that requirement removed so you can file without it.”

I wanted to be able to file my taxes without having an ASD type meltdown, but all H & R Block heard was “tax meltdown,” and they were like, “We gotcha! Here is some BS related to how we set up our system so that you can have a meltdown because we won’t let you file w/o a tax pro review.

Just changed all of the clocks that have to be manually adjusted. If I look at clocks that are an hour ahead during the evening, I am more likely to go to bed early.

Officially not a Lutheran anymore! I didn’t realize how much trauma and stress the LCMS was causing in my life until joining a new church (Presbyterian) where I am welcomed and loved.

I am 50 today.

It is disturbing how normal the fall of the nation is starting to feel. Like, just another f*cked up day of giant f*ckery.

The Pod in question got knocked off at a candidate event when I stood up at the end and hit my leg on a table. I still have knocked off fewer pod sites than tslim sites. Just sucks that it was the same day I changed a pod a day early.

Ever change your pump site a day early because it itches like crazy and insulin delivery is starting to sting? (The spot where the cannula went in was a bit bruised when I removed it.)

Look, maybe Trump should try to go talk to Queen Elizabeth in person about pardoning her son. He hasn’t seen her in awhile, and I’m sure they have some catching up to do.

My ex is still trying to contact me, and I’m over here happy, out as aro/ace since 2023, and content with being single. He really wants me to take him back (under the guise of, “friends”) and let him know where I live. Nope. He gaslit that bridge and burned it down himself.

My first colonoscopy was delayed a year (46 instead of 45) because 2021 was a mess with the delta variant of Covid and 4 of my friends and family dying of non-Covid causes in a 3 month span.

I have to get my second colonoscopy in 5 years next year. Nothing like going in for the first, having the surgeon confirm risk factors, only for your mom to pipe up with, “Well, I’ve had polyps a couple times.”

And, yes, I do have to report the $15.96 expenditure on my campaign finance reporting form.

Mike Lindell’s campaign spent $187,000 on his own book (profit of which benefits him). Meanwhile, I used my campaign funds to buy about $15.96 worth of bottled water for a campaign event. And I will probably only drink one of the 92 bottles, so I’m only benefiting $0.17 from the purchase.

They’ll be safer with Flav than with the 🍊🤡💩.

Look, I’m just saying, I’d rather celebrate with Flavor Flav than the Orange Clown Turd any day.

I’ve reached a point in my political career wherein getting a call from a candidate for the US House of Representative asking if I can bring bottled water to an event is just another day.

Did you know that the cannula for an OmniPod can slip out of place even if the adhesive is still good and was ok for the initial day and the day after? Anyway…. New pod set up a day early and injection of insulin given to correct insulin that was apparently missed from 9am on.

It’s cold outside. Ghanima doesn’t want to walk again, and I don’t want to go out either. So, she can use her fake grass pads to potty this evening, and I’ll lounge around in pajama pants, thick socks, a warm hoodie, and no bra.

What was I thinking living so long without a rice cooker?

Exactly. And when I was diagnosed at 12, I was taught how to manage it on my own, and I know my parents didn’t go into my room in the middle of the night to check my blood sugar because I am a light sleeper with life long insomnia, so would have known if they had.

I refuse to use AI. I am perfectly capable of mucking things up on my own.

My mom once found a birthday card with uncashed check from my aunt when she was going through things after I’d moved out. It was from when I turned 13. I was in my late 20s at that point.