Bitchbitchbitch some more.
I've been diabetic for a month. It's kind of hard to deal with being me though.
That is, I hate attention... but I also crave it.
Not crave in the oh look at me way, but as in the:
stay in with me when I can't drink & don't eat cookies in front of me;
kind of way.
But then again I play it off like no big deal.
Its a big deal.
I just turned 21, every time I have had a single cocktail I wake up vomiting.
"get over it"
I feel that's what everyone wants me to do.
well you try never drinking again,
you try having to keep track of every little bite of anything you put in your mouth.
medication on medication.
pricking your finger a million times a day to try to read your body.
keeping logs.
exercising every day!
ect.ect.ect.
This on top of basically teaching myself chemistry and medical terminology,
Learning human anatomy
& reading, picking apart, and writing essays about 18th century plays.
Quitting a job, starting a job.
Sure it could be worse, I could have to take insulin.
But how much worse really is that?
I could drink & eat & such.
I guess I don't know enough about it, but the only one who informed me is too busy having self pity,
ok hun you can be the one with diabetes, I'm just asking questions.
I want to punch her.
& I'm trying to quit smoking!
welp, that's what going on atm.
sweet.