im so tired. i dont want to get up from here. i don’t want to check my sugar. i don’t want to give myself a shot. i don’t want to take my pills in the morning. i don’t want to think about my hands going numb. or about my vision. or my kidneys. or my insurance, the test strips, short needle or long needle? i don’t want to check my blood. I’m tired of the bruises. i don’t want to use my thigh. or arm. or butt… or the intense gut wrenching pain from my triglycerides being too high.
this is what i am now. and whether i like it or not. i am a diabetic.