I woke up today and felt awful. Completely awful. I pulled the covers over my head, determined to have just “5 more minutes” without dealing with diabetes. 30 minutes later, I tested and… I was at 101!
It wasn’t diabetes making me feel sick. I was just… sick.
I don’t even know how to react. Tea? Soup? Rest? What are these things — I’m used to needles, water, and more needles.
It’s a nice reminder, though, that I am still a human and not solely a diabetic. Little colds are strange in that it’s as if God is telling you to slow down and focus on him. Well, with whatever focus your fuzzy-addled mind can muster.
A cheerful heart is good medicine,
but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
Just staying cheery in the storm. And following sick care rules.