Instant Child
Friday, November 20, 2009 at 8:53AM This morning when the alarm went off the 4th time I threw off the covers and finally gave in.
I sat up, looked down at my feet (like I do every morning), and stood up to head into the shower. Staring back at me was my Wavesense blood glucose meter from atop my dresser.
"Ugh!" I sighed a lot louder then I thought.
"Honey what the matter?" My wife who was still bundled up in bed heard me.
"I don't want to do this anymore. I am sick of this." I just looked at the lancing device and refused to pick it up.
"Sick of what?"
"Sticking my finger and all this crap. I am just tired of it." I felt like a little kid. Stomping my feet. Throwing a tantrum. Refusing to do what I have to do.
Before I knew it I had a strip in the machine and was squeezing blood out of my finger. The tantrum passed.
There are a lot of things we have to do to live with this disease.
But we surely do not have to like doing them.
Reader Comments (4)
True, and we deserve to bitch about it to anyone who will listen ... this s#!t sucks, and for a lifetime?!!
So true, so true. It's so hard to keep going some times. But do, okay? We need you!
I can definitely feel you on that one. Or what about those lows that come at the worst time and you just wanna scream "SERIOULSY?!? NOW??" If we have to do this crap for a lifetime, I vote we get at least a day off a year!
We sure don't have to like them! In fact, I think we're entitled to bitch and moan a bit about all of it.