Im going through a stage where I dont exactly recognise myself.
Im not wanting to think about diabetes any more than I have to, yet I do think about it all the time! Where I go through the motions of what I need to do, yet theres more and Im too tired to face it so Im on autopilot.
Am I alone in this exhaustion?
The three monthly appointment was so stressful for me I literally ran the opposite direction and let my dear husband handle it. He says to the endo that I interpret their manner as criticism. I probably have to grow up. But where do I get those additional rescources from? We are on the same team, afterall but the tools they've given us arent working. I want to cry when I almost beg them for an I:C and am told no, a sliding scale will do.
The waiting in the queue. S T R E S S. Too much , that I dont need. A two hour wait with 2 kids under 3. OH dear Lord. Who is this person?
Ive had to cut so much extra baggage in my life in order to handle diabetes. People. Activities. As Ive said previously, drama (that comes with the people) and the like - all gotta go. I look at it like a sinking ship, its going down slowing, a pin prick in the bottom, but surely as day turns to night, the water is seeping in. So you GET RID of baggage. Off the side of the boat it goes!
Sadly, my blog has also taken a back seat, not permanently, just so I can come up for air.
Ive been in a camping chair, kicking back, watching the storm clouds roll in and scoping out our new chickens, Polly, Molly and Dolly, scratching around their new coop. Now, they have to be the easiest and calmest backyard pets. Im envious of the simplicity of their lives.