Omnipod

So, one of the things I did with my month off was take the time to (finally) try out my trial Omnipod. It sat on my desk staring at me for over a month and all I had to do was just peel of the tape and slap it on. So why didn't I do it sooner? I was a little nervous. Why? I don't know. I have such bad feelings about pumps from my previous experience with one (I was on the Disetronic for 5 years and came off about 8 years ago) so the idea of being attached to one again was (is) not altogether pleasant. But on the other hand there was a lot of pressure for me to like the Omnipod because I really think it has the potential to improve my control.

Not to mention that if I do go on a pump . . . the Omnipod is the only one I would consider. Mostly because it's design takes a lot of what I consider to be the negatives of the pump out of the picture. There aren't a million little parts, no battery, no tubing, no cartridge, no site supplies. Just the pod and the insulin. Done and done. And I don't have to worry about the pump dangling off me (which always drove me crazy) or where I'm going to put it when I wear something without pockets. I know a lot of people use the pump garter belt or the bra pocket or whatever the new thing is now, but I always hated those things, they were uncomfortable and the pump still never seemed to stay put.

So I wore this thing for about 2 1/2 days. I put it on first thing on a Monday and took it off Wednesday night. There were a lot of surprises with the Omnipod. When I first picked it up, it was smaller than I expected and heavier than I expected. But when I actually put it on, the weight of it was not as noticeable as I thought it would be. Here are the main things I noticed:

• It was less intrusive than I thought it would be and the longer I wore it the less I noticed it. I wore it on my belly since I figured that would probably be my default site, for the most part. I was worried that it would be in the way and uncomfortable. Not so. I was even able to lay down on my stomach and didn't really feel it. It certainly wasn't painful or uncomfortable.


• I was concerned that, because it was so top-heavy, it would loosen easily and the tape would peel up. Again, not a problem. I would even venture to say that it was more stable than my old sites.


• Call me superficial. . . . call me "a girl" . . . I will freely admit that one of the biggest concerns about the Omnipod was that it would look weird under clothes. I mean, having a pump with tubing put serious restrictions on my wardrobe and fashion choices. I was hoping to avoid some of that nonsense with the new pump. And since nobody ever took pics of what the Omnipod looked like under normal clothes, I had no idea what to expect!! The result? I'm not going to say you couldn't see it, because I could definitely tell that it was there. But only if I was really looking for it. And nobody else noticed it until I pointed it out. I will say that I wore clothes that were more forgiving (slightly loose blouses, dresses, etc) so I guess I'm still a little concerned about what it might look like under the rest of my clothes. But based on what I've already seen, I think it's discreet enough that I can deal. And even if you can see it, I figure there are plenty of people who carry their phones, pagers, etc. on their waistband. So it will probably just look like I clipped some sort of electronic device to my waistband rather than like I have a rectangular-shaped tumor growing out of my abdomen. ("It's not a tum-ah!")*


• My biggest isuse after wearing the TrialPod was that after about 48 hours, it started itching. Not in a painful, scary way. Just enough to be irksome. Back in the day, my old pump-sites would do this and I was convinced it was the insertion site that was getting irritated. Well, since the TrialPod doesn't have an insertion site, I figured it had to be the tape. I usually don't have problems with tape so I was a little suprised about this. This is actually the reason I took it off a little early. The itching was starting to get to me. I have some thoughts on how to ease the itching, so I'm hopeful that this won't be very much of an issue in practice.


• Last thing, when I finally did remove the TrialPod, there was a lot of tape residue and gunk left behind. It took a lot of effort and a few layers of skin were sacrificed to get all that stuff off . . . I'm hoping there is some sort of solvent/wipes I can buy to disolve all that stuff easily. Anyone have any suggestions?? I also thought maybe I could put some Tegaderm down under my site, so there's a layer of something between me and the Omnipod tape. I used to use Tegaderm for my sites in the past and I loved it. Never left a residue and came off great. Do you think it would interfere with the site? Opnions please!!

Alright, this has been a long ramble. But maybe I can be helpful in sharing my thoughts on the Pod, in case anyone else out there in cyberspace is considering it and has the same reservations I did. For what it's worth, I think the TrialPod is a great way to "test-drive" this particular pump and it really did clear up a lot of things for me.

~Layne

*Sorry. It had to be done. :-)

Lazy days

I've been so lazy lately. I can't seem to motivate myself to do the stuff I want to/should do. I guess that's what happens when you take a month off work, even if it is unintentional. I think I kinda lost some of my steam, my momentum, but it was worth it. My last day of work at the old job ::cough:: hellhole ::cough:: was January 30th and my first official day at the new job was March 2. And the month in between was wonderful and exactly what I needed. A break from stress, time to be with my husband, time to spend with friends and family, time to catch up on the infamous To-Do List and time for myself, to relax, to feel better, to breathe easier. It was awesome.

I thought it would be such a waste to have all this time off and not do anything with it other than stay home, so Brad and I took a long weekend vacation in late February. Here are some pics from our trip. We had a blast.

But by the time March rolled around I was ready to get back to work (if not a little nervous about going to a new place). I was nervous but so far, so good. I'm hoping to make this new job an opportunity to grow. It feels like a giant step backwards. Not only am I leaving a job as a practitioner to be an RN again (I love nursing, don't get me wrong, but I did go to school to be an ARNP and I'd kinda like to actually use my degree!) But I'm not even considered a senior nurse. I'm going to be the "new guy," low man on the totum pole, bottom of the rung. It feels like a failure but for my personal life, it's a win. I hope I'm making the right choice and, dare I say, maybe this job will be a stepping stone to a practitioner position down the road. (Pray for me!!) Until then, I'm just going to enjoy my lovely 15 minute commute, only filling up my gas tank once a month (rather than twice a week) and actually having a social life.


Peace,
~Layne

PS: I started this post back in March but completely forgot to post it. Oops! I told you my brain was fried. . . . even still, I'm keeping the original publish date, so there! :-)~

NYC, here we come!

So I've been eerily silent lately. I feel it, I know it. But really what is there to blog about when you are happy, relaxed and having a great time? Isn't this a place to vent? Well, my blood sugars have been frustrating lately (I think I got a bad bottle of insulin or something) and there have been some annoyances to speak of in the last few weeks (most notably my dry cleaner losing 12 of Brad's business shirts. . . do you KNOW how much those suckers cost?? No worries, we found 'em).

But mostly I've been very happy. I guess that's what quitting a job that makes you miserable and spending time with people you love will do to a girl! :-) I've been able to cook dinner almost every weeknight for the last 3 weeks and I love cooking so this is a luxury for me and I've had about a zillion lunches with my girlfriends, ran about a million much-needed-to-do errands and checked about a trillion things off my ever-present to-do list. This is the list that irks me all week, taps on the back of my brain, buzzes in my ear like an annoying mosquito saying "I'm here, I'm here, you have stuff to do, do it, do it, DO IT." Maybe I'm the only one with this sickness, but I doubt it. I know that I have Type A, OCD girlfriends just like me with this masochistic to-do list. It has loads of stuff on it you'd love to do (some of it business stuff, some of it house projects, some oh! I should call that person, or oh! I should run that errand). And then on the weekends when you actually have free time instead of tackling this list, you bask selfishly, gloriously in it and spend it with the husband, the friends, the couch and the boob-tube . . . uh, I mean, the treadmill.

Anyway, the point is life has been pretty nice for the last few weeks. I'm starting a new job in less than 2 weeks and since I have all this free time and Brad has a couple of vacation days left in his bank, we decided to take a long weekend for ourselves. We are going to New York for 4 days. We leave tomorrow and I'm so excited. I'm excited that it's so cold (and I love the cold) and I will get to ice-skate outdoors and maybe even play in the snow/slush. I'm excited to wander the city and go to fun places. I'm excited that I will get the next 4 days to spend a lot of time with my favorite person in the world. And I'm excited that while I'm there I will meet a new friend. Allison from Lemonade Life has been very sweet and given us tips on some fun things-to-do, places-to-eat kinda stuff to check out while we are there. And we're going to grab a bite with her while we are there. It will be nice to meet someone IRL from the DOC community.

So bon voyage, folks! We head out tomorrow morning and touch back down to Orlando Sunday night before dinner. Pray for Brad . . . because I'm a very nervous flyer and I'm not going to be a fun travel companion.

~Layne

PS: In other news, I recently (read:yesterday) chopped all my hair off. I guess all the free time has rendered me a tad bored and I took it out on my hair. I LOVE my new haircut but I'm not going to take pics of it just to . . . well, take pics of my head?? No. But I will be sure to post pics of our trip and you'll see it then!

Six things

I was tagged by Shannon to post six things that make me happy. I don't usually do these but I've never been specifically tagged before either, so I figure why not? Plus, who couldn't use a little positivity nowadays??

Here are the rules: Link to the person who has tagged you. Write down six things that make you happy. Post the rules, tag six others and let them know you did it. Then tell the person when your entry is complete.

Six Things That Make Me Happy, in no particular order. . .

1. Moe's kids quesadilla (aka the Mini Masterpiece) with chips and queso. ::drool:: Oh! With extra cilantro. Best lunch ever. Had it today. . . very satisfied.
2. Organization. Neat stacks, piles or rows of anything. When I have nothing to do I look for something to clean, organize or sort. And very few things give me more pleasure that clearing my desk or checking things off my ever-present "to-do" list. Yes, it's a sickness. :-)
3. My new house. I love the way it looks and feels, the way it's decorated, everything. There still things on my "new-house to-do" list, but even still it seems like the stress just pours out of me when I'm home.
4. Cuddling on the couch watching the boob-tube with my hubs. Just feels so darn good.
5. Oh! I like it when the stinky rat cuddles with us too!
6. The whole month of February off work. So far I'm loving it!

And I'm tagging Karen, Cara, Allison, Kristen, Suzanne, and Jacki. Go!

~Layne

Big changes, big week

Alright, so this is a blatant rip-off of one of my post titles from last year about this time. It came to me, sounded familiar and sure enough, I'm already starting to repeat myself. Not a good sign, my friends. But you know what? It's apropos and I'm keeping it. Especially after reading it's namesake. It's so hard to go back and look at what I was going through then. My head was swirling, I head no idea what to do and I felt like life was throwing me for one loop after another and I was just holding on for dear life.

But what a difference a year makes. This week has been big, this whole month has. Exactly 3 weeks ago Brad and I moved into our first house together (I owned a condo that we lived in but whatever. That doesn't count.) So this is our first house together and it just so feels like home. I can't believe we've already been here 3 weeks, but it other ways I can't imagine living anywhere else. We love it. Well, I haven't loved the extra 20 minutes that it adds to my commute to Melbourne for work . . .

And that brings me to the other big change this week! As of this morning around 7am, my torture is officially over. Uh, I mean, it was my last day of work as a practitioner in Melbourne. I'll definitely miss the people there. I met some very sweet, funny, overall wonderful people there and they were really great to me. It's sad that I won't be seeing them any more. But I sure as sh!t won't miss the B.S., the hypocrisy, the mismanagement or the DRIVE!! I bought my car brand new on August 30th with only 6 miles on it. As of January 31st it has over 12,000 miles on it. That's right, folks, 12,000 miles in 5 months. Yeah, I'm so done. And the feeling I have knowing that is absolutely euphoric. As most of you know, it wasn't just one thing about that job. There were lots of little and big things that added up to make me completely miserable there. I'll definitely miss being a practitioner but I think it's more important to have a fulfilling, satisfying personal life. And my next job will give me that. . .

Which brings me to the 3rd and final big change. This week I was offered a nursing position at the Level 3 NICU at Florida Hospital. No, I didn't get the practitioner position. I found out a few weeks ago and I was pretty disappointed about it (read: bitter). I felt like I'd been stalking that job for over a year, I knew about it and had been in contact with people every few months working towards an interview, just waiting and biding my time for the position I knew would be opening up to become "official." I even met with the team there three times before my official interview. I mean, I peed all over that place. It was marked, it was my territory. Well, wouldn't you know about a month before the interviews were scheduled 4 other candidates came out of the woodwork, one with over 15 years of experience? And wouldn't you know that they had the gall to hire her over me?!? ::insert shocked expression here::

But I was so miserable where I was there was no turning back. I decided to pick myself off, dust off the embarrassment and humiliation and get a job as a nurse at Florida Hospital. Because FH is still an amazing place to work, in any capacity. Not to mention it's 15 minutes away from my house! WOO HOO! Sign me up! It's a little depressing to take a step back in my career but it's time. I spent most of 2008 miserable in a job that I hated. In 2009 I'm choosing my happiness and my personal life over my career. And the good news is that another practitioner position should be opening up by the end of the year and they have specifically asked me if I would interview again. So there's hope. Plus, I love nursing and I love working in a Level 3 NICU. So I'm getting back to what I love, even if it's not exactly in the way I thought it would be. So, even though it may not seem like it, this is good news. I start my new job on March 2nd and I'm stoked!!

So I have a month off! Very exciting. I'm sure I'll be bored after the first week but I'll make do. There are more projects to do around the house and I really enjoy diving into stuff like that. So to end on a happy note: I promised pictures and I'm about to deliver. They aren't the best, there are still undecorated corners and un-hung pictures and it's not every room in the house but here are some pics of the new crib!

Enjoy!
~Layne

Diabetes Police

Alright, I found this video last night and felt compelled to share it. It's a look at the dreaded, the annoying "diabetes police." For all you diabetics out there, "hollah!" I know you know exactly what I'm talking about and can relate. And for all of you who know me in real life, please remember, I love you anyway. ;-) I used to think that this stuff and these "people" only happened to me. But after 18 years of different people all asking the same questions and making the same comments, I kinda figured it was just how people are. I mean seriously, how many times am I going to hear the phrase "Should you be eating that?" Or even better "You can't eat that!!" Sure enough, it's so common that diabetics at large even have a nickname for these "people!"

And it's so true. Who knows why complete strangers not only think that they know more about you and a disease that they don't actually have than you do and also feel ballsy enough to tell it to you to your face!?! It's incredible. And it might actually be funny if it didn't happen on a day when you were already killing yourself to keep your sugars in check, but it always does. Again, it's just how the universe works. It's right then that someone has the nerve to come up to you and act like they know better. Even friends and family are guilty of this. And, to some extent, I appreciate it. It lets me know that they care. A simple "Are you alright? You're acting funny"*. . or "You're pale, do you need to test" really goes a long way and tells me you are looking out for me. Even a "Hey Layne, have you tested/taken your insulin" is totally cool. Where it starts to cross the line from caring to frustrating is once I've tested and said I'm fine or indicate that I know what I'm doing and have a plan** and the other person doesn't drop it. Or even worse, they start the lecture.

Anyway, this video is very cathartic and had me laughing and picturing the people I would put in different categories. Friends and family: I love you and appreciate everything you do for me. Most of you have never crossed the line or if you have, it's no big deal. But if you see a little bit of yourself as a "diabetes police" ::cough:: MOM! ::cough:: just listen to the advice at the end of the video.

Enjoy!
~Layne



*Yeah, that's just me. :-)

**Yes, as a diabetic I plan for meals, occassions, etc in order to allow myself to do things that I don't always do safely and with my bloodsugars in mind. But I don't really feel like going into what I ate/did/will do and all the other details of the plan. Just know, I've been doing this for a long damn time. . . I've got it covered.

Pity Party

Recently a fellow D-blogger's post reminded me a lot of my "wake up call". I think every diabetic has one. You know, the time where you have to tell yourself:

"Self, you're diabetic. Stop kvetching and get over it. Grow up and take care of yourself or prepare to live with the (really horrible) consequences. Because no amount of wallowing or ignoring it is going to change the fact that you ARE diabetic and you just going to have to DEAL."

Personally, I wallowed in self-pity a lot as a kid with diabetes. When I was younger, I wasn't under great control, but not awful either. My A1C's ranged in the 7-8's with an occasional 9 thrown in just to scare the crap outta my mother. I was consumed with the fact that I wasn't like other kids and it wasn't fair so I just decided to ignore it. Sure I'd test every now and then, usually when I felt like sh!t. But everything I did for my diabetes was just a quick fix so I could put the pump or meter or needles away and be able to forget about it again. But in college I finally realized that at the end of the day this is the crap card I was dealt and I'm only hurting myself by trying to pretend I don't have it and not taking care of myself. I think that's called being a grown up and I guess I was finally ready to do that.

Don't get me wrong! Trust me, I still have pity parties every now and then. Usually after a day of having to chase my blood sugars all over Creation. Up, down, up, down. Those days get to me. This disease is difficult enough to deal with but to have it throw curveballs at you just blows. It's not like other diseases where you take your pill on time, do the things you are supposed to do and it just stays in check. Hell no. Maybe it's that way for other diabetics, but sure as hell not me. For me, there are those days where I can be the model diabetic (taking the right dose, right on time, testing sugars often, eating well) and my blood sugar is through the roof. (Like last night where I had a snack before bed. My blood sugar was fine before the snack and I bolused for it appropriately. But this morning I woke up and my blood sugar was 346. WTF?!? Did I underestimate the carbs in my snack? Or was it my dinner earlier on? Who the hell knows!?! But it was so frustrating to know my blood sugar sucked all night long and I didn't know and couldn't do anything about it.)

That's when I get out the decorations, bake some cookies and throw myself a grand 'ole pity party. These are the times I want to pick up my meter and throw it at the wall. It's so satisfying to imagine it bursting into a million tiny pieces. (Ha ha, I'm joking. . . well, mostly. I mean it's not like I couldn't get another one for free, right? It's the stupid strips that break the bank anyway.) These are the times when I've done everything right and my blood sugar still SUCKS. No, I've never actually broken my meter (on purpose) but I do have downer days where I just get tired of all the mental and physical crap having diabetes puts me through. Sometimes there are tears, other times there are irate rants . . . my husband is there for them all. (Gotta love him.) But I think that's okay and it kind of comes with the territory. For me, it's cathartic in a way. This disease sucks and my thought is I'd rather vent every now and then. And the next day I feel better and can move on and keep taking the best care of myself that I can. Rather than bottle it up and get bitter and feel like the only way to handle it is ignore it and make myself sick.

To add to all of this, I worry a lot about complications. "Complications" is a word that makes any diabetic shudder. All these awful possibilities loom before us as reminders of what can happen when we don't take care of ourselves. When I was in nursing school, I saw examples of these conditions everyday and if I wasn't scared before, that did the trick. As diabetics, we are probably all waiting for the other shoe to drop. Will this be the day that the doctor comes back and tells me I have (fill in the blank)? Who knows? I'm very lucky to be able to say that after 18 years of being diabetic and being hospitalized with DKA 4 times in my youth, I still don't have any complications to show for my stupidity. I count my blessings every day. And I keep hoping that every day that I take responsibility for my diabetes and keep it under control now, will somehow erase one day in my childhood where I ignored it and made stupid decisions. I'm not naive enough to think that's actually how the universe works but a girl can hope, right? Of course the healthier I am, the less likely I am to get complications so I'll keep trying everyday to do my best. Still, it doesn't erase or excuse the past. So I'm just gonna keep on keepin' on. I'll do my best every day. And when I have to I'll feel frustrated and sorry for myself for a minute, breathe deeply, exhale and move on.

Praying for a healthy 2009,
~Layne

24-14

"Florida beats Oklahoma to win BCS national title"

That was the headline late last night to let everyone know that the University of Florida Gators are No. 1 again for the second time in 3 years!! I said it's great, to be, a Florida Gator!

I worked last night and, of course, every night that I work and secretly pray for a quiet night for whatever reason, ends up being a trainwreck. Last night started out simply enough. Our census was the lowest it's been in days (9 in the newborn nursery and 7 in the NICU, which is still a decent amount). But then we had a 30 weeker who was going to come before midnight. Fine, okay, we've got it. But that was in addition to a full Labor and Delivery floor (that's right, not one empty bed) that cranked out an average of one baby an hour. The 30 weeker ended up delivering at 11pm. Then at midnight our quiet night was kicked to the curb when a woman came in by ambulance and before anyone knew it she popped out a 25 weeker. No one was prepared and the doctor was barely in the room when she delivered. I got there a few minutes after the baby was born and he was tiny and critical but we were able to stabilize him. So obviously I missed the second half of the game. I love my Gators, but the babies come first. :-) Besides I knew they could handle it without me . . . And if they couldn't, I didn't want to watch anyway.

I love the number 24. Always have. Anyone who knws me well, knows it's "my number." Glad to see it served my Gators well last night. Personally, I would have preferred to see that number doubled but, whatev. We are still national champs!! That game was insane. I wish I could have seen more of it. From what I saw it was a frustrating but exciting game. It would have been nice if we had our act a little more together so we could shut up all the nay-sayers. (Them: "Utah should have played in the nationals!!" Me: "What?? Don't be stupid.") But like I said, we are still No. 1 and that's all that matters. Tebow deserved it (I guess I'll forgive him those two interceptions . . . just this once!) And Meyer deserved it. And Harvin desrved it for being awesome despite his ankle injury.

"We are the boys from old Florida,
F-L-O-R-I-D-A.
Where the girls are the fairest,
the boys are the squarest
of any old state down our way!
We are all strong for old Florida
down where the old Gators play.
In all kinds of weather, we'll all stick together for
F-L-O-R-I-D-A!"

Go Gators!!!

The countdown continues . . .

That's right, folks. It's T minus 3 days and counting until Brad and I move into our first house together. I think I've been cheating a little, though, because I've been not only taking every chance to pop into the house ( . . "Oh, I'm nearby . . I really wanna see the house again. . . WTH, I'll just pop in!" . . .yes, I'm stalking my house, leave me alone!) but also bringing boxes with me and filling the closets, cabinets and pantries. We don't have any furniture there yet, but as of now, any built-in storage there has something in it! Especially as we get closer, I just can't resist packing up anything that isn't necessary for survival and carting it over to the house. Not only is it incredibly satisfying to put our stuff into our house! It's also nice to now that the more we do now, the less hell-ish move-day will actually be. So think of us this Saturday and pray that it's an easy move! Yayeee!!

In other news this week, I went to an endocrinologist for the first time since moving to Orlando. For the last 8 months I've been followed by a PCP and, trust me, I wasn't enjoying it. There really is no substitute for a great endo who you have a good relationship with and who will really take their time with you to sort out any questions or issues. My pediatric endo was wonderful. However, since then, I've been seriously lacking. This is the 5th endo I've tried and I haven't been too impressed with any of them. I'm hoping this doctor will be better. I was prepared for my appointment and I brought with me my list of questions and a book (for me, endos are notorious for long waits). Yes, I do actually bring lists of questions/topics for my doctor appointments. I'm just anal like that.

The first appointment was a little weird but I'm willing to give it another chance. The good news is he had an answer/opinion about everything I had to say. I asked about pumps, CGM's, Symlin and brought up some of my personal diabetes quirks that I've dealt with forever. (For example, I've always been extremely insulin resistant. My carb ratio is 1:5. And I tend to spike my sugar about an hour to two after I wake up.) I like an MD with opinions because, to me, it means they know their stuff, have actually had experience with the subject at hand and have something to add to my thoughts on the subject. The bad news is that he reserved making any judgements on changing my care until he could do some tests. But I can appreciate that. There were a few labs he wanted to check out and I think he thinks I have a thyroid issue, which I don't think I do, but I respect him covering his bases. He also wants to do a C-peptide level since I'm considering starting the pump. (Without a C-peptide to "prove" I'm a type 1 diabetic, the insurance won't cover a pump. After all, I've only been dealing with this for 18 years and my doctors and myself could be totally mistaken about my diagnosis?!?)

Probably the funnest part of my appointment was that he gave me a trial Omnipod. I've looked at the pumps out there and i really think if I were to go back to pumping, this is the pump I would use. It just fits my lifestyle the best. But I still had my reservations, so it's nice to have the trial version so examine and wear so that I can get the "feel" of how invasive it would be. I must admit it was smaller than I thought it would be. And I'm curious how obvious it would be under clothes. Not to mention, I had a habit of ripping my sites out so with this pump being so 3D, I'm worried it will catch on everything. This week is weird because of the move so I'm thinking of slapping on my Trialpod sometime next week. Should be fun! You know your a dorky diabetic when you are excited to try out your new D-gear! :-)

Alright, I had news on the job front, but once again I've rambled on and on. So I'll get to that in the next post. TTFN!

~Layne

I just don't get it.

Last night. It's 2am. I'm getting ready for bed. I test and I'm 188. No food, drink, alcohol or insulin has been had for over an hour. Looks like my blood sugar is steady. I go to bed.

At 6:45am, I wake up. I pee. I don't feel great. Is it the alcohol? Or is it the blood sugar? I test. I'm 107. Awesome. I go back to bed. I had no food, no drink, no insulin. Just peed, tested and went back to bed.

At 10:30am, we wake up. Feel fine. I test and I'm 213. What?? Explain that to me.

I did nothing to make my blood sugar go up.

I did nothing to make it go down.

But up and down it went.

All night.

Diabetes. I just don't get it.

~Layne