I haven’t posted anything diabetes related in awhile. It’s not because things have been in perfect control…far from it. Being diabetic has slowly become just a part of who I am. Waking up to a 300 blood sugar or dropping to 45 after lunch, used to send me reeling into a panic that always left me feeling frustrated, angry and exhausted. Now I simply bolus or treat and move on with my day. I’ve learned how to live with diabetes. Sure, a 280-blood-sugar-induced-migraine will still stop me in my tracks, cause me to yell at the kids, and make me curse the hand I’ve been dealt, but now I know that once the insulin starts working, the sugars come down, and the headache subsides, I will be fine. I make a conscious effort to not let it piss me off…thereby ruining the entire day or night or moment. As much as I wish I could change it, I can’t.

I do start to feel sorry for myself when I think about all of the things I can’t do because I’m diabetic. Like dating a vampire for example, how do you think he’d handle the blood-letting that goes on every time I check my sugar? I guess being married prohibits me from dating anyone at all, which would include vampires, so it’s really a moot point (that and the small fact that they don’t really exist).

I’ve completely lost my mind.