As I mentioned before, I've hit a bit of a wall in the ol' diabetes management slog. It's partially my diaversary, since the annual reminder of how long I've been doing this can be a little weighty. It's partially the mad craze of the holiday season, where you don't have a second to just sit and breathe. It's partially all the food of this time of year. And this year, it's a LOT about running low on sleep and time as the mother of a 5-month-old baby.
My secret d-blahs trick? In the past, I've found buying myself something for my disease can be just the kick in the pants I need to buckle down. A new binder to store my logs in, some blue nail polish, a pretty jar for reservoir storage - these little things can work wonders for motivation. This time around, I decided to get a little bookish and I finally got around to buying Gary Scheiner's Think Like a Pancreas.
What I didn't notice while ordering was that I must have clicked the thing twice - I only realized it when two copies of the book arrived in my Amazon package. Which is a drag. I'm a busy bee, and dragging the peanut to the post office around Christmastime sounds like a torture reserved for a circle of hell. Still, having two copies of the book seemed silly. So I went to Amazon, and began their little return routine. Imagine my surprise when this popped up on my screen:
|They've got me covered?!|
Huh? This makes absolutely no sense to me. I would have to pay for the shipping, so why is Amazon willing to eat the cost of the book? I've been mulling it and, since it seems like there IS no good reason for them to do this, Amazon just wanted to give me a Christmas present. (Or they decided "Hey, Karen, hot DAMN do you need to get your act together. Please read this book!" Which is sad and Grinchy, so I choose to believe it's a present.)
So I want to pay it forward. Leave a comment below and I'll randomly pick a number through Random.org and send you your own copy of the book! Make sure you don't just leave one as anonymous! I need to be able to get in touch.
Merry everything, guys.