You know, I was Dx’d when I was 7 and a lot of adults don’t really notice when kids are around. I managed to soak up a lot of horror stories about what had happened to someone’s second cousin, twice removed on their mom’s side after they were diagnosed back in 1948.
But the truth is that I am 45 now and not one of those effin’ stories has come to pass for me. I know they have for others and I wish that it hadn’t. Your future is yours. Could bad things happen? sure, I know it sucks, but that is the truth.
I also get where I am damn tired of the whole D thing, but it is not the future that bugs me. It is just the dang day-to-day stuff that never seems to end. Remember the greek legend of Syphius? His punishment from the gods was to roll a rock to the top of of a needle topped hill until he could balance the rock on the point of the needle. It always seems to roll off the needle and back to the bottom of the hill. That’s what I feel like at times, it is a project that never frak’n ends
I don’t hate myself anymore. I do however really despise the guy in the fastlane doing 10 MPH under the speed limit. I guess my point here is that there are so many more really despicable things out there that you don’t need to waste your spite on yourself!!
We have a lot of control over what our future holds. Control your diabetes, control your life. You can do that