I am so tired of worrying about everything I eat, everything I do, everything in general. I wanna be able to see a Snickers Bar and eat it. I want Circus Peanuts. I want my Mom’s rhubarb cake, which took mass quatities of sugar to make the rhubarb palatable.
I’m tired of being a human pin cushion. I take five injections of two different types of insulin a day, and that doesn’t include the oral meds or the blood testing. I’m forced to eat lunch, which has been a meal I had little use for over the years- it always seems to interrupt the flow of the day. But if I DON’T, the reaction is serious, if not deadly.
I wanna whine, and it’s MY blog, so I’m going to!!!! I realize there are other more serious disorder out there, but right now, I wanna kvetch about this one. There’s an old Army saying: “The most important foxhole in the war is the one you’re in.” Well, this is mine, and for right now, it really sucks.