On the 12th day of each month a bunch of bloggers take 12 photos of their day.  Here are mine for July 2009.

If you’d like to see the collection of everyone’s photos, go to Chad’s page.

We went and saw WICKED last night, and the PlayBill is sitting on the counter.

It's a lazy Sunday. Dan went to a baseball game and I hung out with Olive.

For a guy that collects books, I rarely re-read them...but I had to pull this one out and re-read after a recent conversation with Dan about the book.

Olive got a bath.

A reflection of Dan and myself.

Stopped at the grocery store to pick up this and that.

Freaking hot. And a good song.

If it wasn't a million degrees, it'd be prettier.

As Dan cooks dinner, I take a mini-nap on the floor. Olive is confused.

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Didn't get a photo of dinner. It was consumed too quickly.

Some of Dan's wall-art hanging by the front door.

We replaced the "love tree" (that's a long story) with some basil. So far we haven't killed it!

Luckily on Friday I spent the night at my parent’s house and I on my way to the club on Saturday morning I passed a Dunkin’ Donuts and pulled in and bought a delicious iced coffee.

One thing that I noticed about the logo is that the font kind of looks like the font I used on this site.  Am I right?

It was 100% unintentional.  Do you think that when I re-designed this site I subliminally connected to the Dunkin design?

As a side-note, when I twittered that I was loving the Dunkin’ Donuts coffee, my friend Joe replied:

joeb7474Dunkin’ Donuts is a good place for a diabetic to hang.

Good point, Joe.  But they’ll sweeten your coffee with Splenda.

Olive hates clothes.

Most self-respecting dogs hate getting dressed up…yet for some reason I was certain that Olive needed a tutu.

I bought Olive a t-shirt a few months ago and she took it off and urinated on it.  And then I started putting a bandana around her neck, and when I came home from work Dan had taken it off of her.  She’s just not a clothes dog.

As you know, I was in New Orleans last weekend, and I had a kind of run-in with Usual Suspects/American Beauty/LA Confidential actor Kevin Spacey…or K-Space as I now call him.

It started when we went to breakfast at The Alpine Bistro on Saturday.  When we walked in, I instantly spotted K-Space sitting at a table with some other dude.  “That’s Kevin Spacey,” I said under my breath to KC and Daniel.

“That is not Kevin Spacey,” Dan replied loudly.  He’s used to my faux celebrity spottings, and acted how he always does.

Well this time I was right!  K-Space instantly covered his face when Dan yelled out his name.

And as luck would have it, we got seated right next to him.  The three of us were really courteous.  We didn’t run up and ask for a photo or interrupt his breakfast.  We just all got on our phones and Tweeted the experience.  My tweet was:

Holy crap Kevin Spacey is sitting next to us at the Alpine cafe in New Orleans.

We had a fun time teasing our friend Erin that wasn’t able to attend breakfast with us because she was participating in some HR conference (the entire reason for the trip).

The following morning we went to The Court Of  Two Sisters (which I keep calling The Tale Of Two Sisters) for a Sunday brunch and guess who showed up?  My bro…K-Space!

The only problem was that K-Space brought his dog, and The Court of… doesn’t allow dogs (even celebrity dogs).  So I twittered this:

Dang, @kevinspacey is stalking us! He showed up at The Court of Two Sisters and was turned away because he had a dog.

You’ll notice that I “@” him, thinking he might get a laugh out of the tweet.  Well, he did read it…and he replied!

@MrMikeLawson Manager was very nice so didn’t feel ‘turned away’. Some places can’t have dogs, though they should be allowed everywhere!

For some reason it feels good when anyone replies to my tweets…but it feel particularly good when Lester Burnham K-Space does it!

I replied to K-Space and said:

@KevinSpacey totally understand. We will let you know where we are eating tonight….so “stalking” can commence again.

K-Space never replied.  I’m sure he’s just really focused on his new movie.

Of course I’ll post some photos once I get back to Phoenix.  Until then, peace out blog.

I hate this.

To make matters worse, the lady in front of me is talking on her cell phone.  The guy in front of her is getting visibly grumpy.  The pharmacy employee is getting upset.  And right then, after waiting in this long and stagnant line for fifteen minutes, I had every excuse to be grumpy too.

I’ve blogged a lot here about the struggles I have had recently living as an uninsured diabetic.  For the past 6 months I was insured, but diabetes was considered a pre-existing condition and wasn’t covered.

And since May 1st I have had insurance to help me pay for all of my supplies.

All I want is a new vial of insulin, I thought to myself.  Then I started to think about last spring.  I remembered how a trip to the pharmacy was going to break the bank.  I remembered back to April when I literally had to choose to pay my car payment of buy insulin (I picked the wrong one, btw).  I remember trying to convince myself that I could put diabetes on hold for a month or two while I took care of some other financial responsibilities.

Eventually I made it to the front of the pharmacy line.  I smiled when the pharmacist told me that the vial of insulin that I was paying over $100 for a few months ago would only cost me the $10 co-payment.  Things aren’t so bad, I thought.  Now if only there was something we could do about those pharmacy lines.

Since my DKA in May, I’ve been seeing a doctor that I randomly found by flipping though my insurance provider’s list of approved doctors. I made my first appointment and went in and told him my whole story.

I won’t bore you with my back-story, but the gist is that my insurance just recently started covering Diabetes care after a long waiting-period because of a “pre-existing condition.” Dumb.

So the Doctor comes in and is a really fast talker. He interrupted me while I’m talking a few times. And he scribbled a prescription and walked out. A few seconds later a nurse walks in and cleans my ears out (I guess scratching the inside of your ears with your car keys is bad for them…who knew?), and tells me that the doctor wants to see me again in a month.

Okay, so he loses points as a conversationalist…but I know that a lot of doctors are in-and-out, and I’ve heard a lot of people complain that they don’t get enough face-time with their doctors.

When it came to my treatment plan however, I really feel that for the first time this doctor really “got me.” The basal/bolus regiment is working. My numbers (for the first time in years) are close to stabilizing. And I’m hopeful that I can live comfortably with diabetes.

So here’s the dilemma: It’s time for me to make another appointment. Do I find another doctor to see?

THE PROS: If I cut ties now with this doctor, I’ve invested very little of my time and money into him. I can go find someone that clicks with me, and we can have a long relationship. It’s possible that in a few months I get fed up with the curtness of the current doctor and end up switching anyway.

THE CONS: Eventually you need to settle down and start building history with one physician. It’s close to impossible to find that “soul mate” doctor that connects from the moment your eyes meet. Stop doctor-hopping and start getting in control of your diabetes.

What are your thoughts?