So, 4/20 was my 2nd anniversary of being a diagnosed diabetic. Surprisingly enough, for me at any rate, it has improved my life in numerous ways. Its definitely given me some structure in my life and caused me to take better care of myself.
So far I find the disease to be fairly easily manageable. I eat what I like, shoot up on insulin and exercise and I’m generally in a good state. Of course I have bad days but I think that since I’ve been diagnosed I’ve had a higher percentage of good days than before.
I would rather be able to eat however much I like whenever I like without having to worry about my blood sugar levels but I don’t know if anything else would have driven me into taking care of myself. Anyways, its been a fine two years so far and hopefully the trend will continue.
What the fucking fuck body? We’ve been dealing with this diabetes thing for awhile now and never had these random ass problems. We should be in the normal stage where I and you know whats going on when it comes to carbs, instead I suddenly need like 3x the dosage. What the hell.
Today is the worst, diabetes is the worst. Damn you pancreas and immune system, you are both fail. Oh, and insulin, you too are fail today, work better.