I thought I would try a balanced approach. My anger and sarcasm are even irritating to me. So I am forcing myself to think of good news.
good news: My blood sugar measurements in the last three days have been below 170, and twice today I was below 140
good news: I no longer have to pee every two hours
good news: I don't get all cramped up and stiff when I sit in my office chair too long or on extended car rides (can this really be???)
good news: I can work through the 2:30 afternoon slump without a distracting need for a nap (can this really be??)
good news: My eyes don't seem to get "tired".
good news: I found this forum and a lot of neat people who listen to me and who I can learn from.
By the same token, I want to be able to clearly see and say what isn't working. So here is the bad news.
bad news: I am so over the needle thing. No really. Done with it. I don't want to play anymore.
bad news: learning how to eat is like learning medieval Albanian - its just all up hill and confusing and, frankly, not the most interesting thing to me right now. So I mostly end up eating too much meat because its easy and not terribly wrong.
bad news: I have so many enemies. Krispy Kream is an enemy. Entenmanns is an enemy. Dutch apple pie, with vanilla ice cream is an enemy. And some food is "kind of" an enemy. Pizza are you still my friend? Hot Italian Sausage are you still my friend? Pasta, are you leaving me too? And black beans and rice, what gives? I have always loved you. And not just food. My own body is my enemy. My pancreas is not acting like a friend. My body revolts from the needles and lancets.
If needles and lancets are my new friends, why don't they act like it? Why do they hurt me?
bad news: I don't feel attractive. I feel medicinal.
bad news: I think I am depressed.
bad news: my girlfriend has given me wierd looks. She is supportive, but I think she is deciding how much of my new needle hobby she wants to deal with for the rest of her life.