Tags.
So for those of you who only read the first few lines, I abuse my tags.
So much so that I've decided to limit them a little to distinct ideas rather than a summary of that specific post. <3
This one is something I thought of earlier, but it's something I stumble across almost every day.
First off, I'm really sorry that as a diabetic I abuse the fact that I have to eat on a schedule because of my medications. I've come to take for granted that I need to pace myself, take breaks at work roughly every two hours, and require a backup supply of anything 15 carbs 'just in case'.
It drives me batty when someone either, a) goes overboard to make sure I wont accidentally die on any usual day because I'm diabetic, or b) blatantly ignores me when I'm feeling sick and then is irritated because I couldn't handle my low blood sugar before it happened and inconvenienced them.
I get to where I feel like there is no inbetween.
You either care too much or don't care at all, and I'm a bitch either way. Bluh.
TL;DR, I hate being a cashier slave.
Anyway, I'm going to try to be a more straight-forward person. This journal was always supposed to be (As all of mine are) a 'reminder to self' kind of thing anyway.
<3
As so far, being 25 is weird. Legally I'm no longer financially tied to my parents.
I'm in the process of getting my GED!
Bleh... Yeah, I'm still obnoxious.
I forgot if I had added ' I don't have cervical cancer!' to any post lately.
Uhm, I'm getting a little too distracted to make this much longer.
( OH and goody, a paper reminder that my lease is up in NOV and I don't know if we'll renew or if I'm moving in with Mom again. )
*FLAIL*
- Jenn*~
So much so that I've decided to limit them a little to distinct ideas rather than a summary of that specific post. <3
This one is something I thought of earlier, but it's something I stumble across almost every day.
First off, I'm really sorry that as a diabetic I abuse the fact that I have to eat on a schedule because of my medications. I've come to take for granted that I need to pace myself, take breaks at work roughly every two hours, and require a backup supply of anything 15 carbs 'just in case'.
It drives me batty when someone either, a) goes overboard to make sure I wont accidentally die on any usual day because I'm diabetic, or b) blatantly ignores me when I'm feeling sick and then is irritated because I couldn't handle my low blood sugar before it happened and inconvenienced them.
I get to where I feel like there is no inbetween.
You either care too much or don't care at all, and I'm a bitch either way. Bluh.
TL;DR, I hate being a cashier slave.
Anyway, I'm going to try to be a more straight-forward person. This journal was always supposed to be (As all of mine are) a 'reminder to self' kind of thing anyway.
<3
As so far, being 25 is weird. Legally I'm no longer financially tied to my parents.
I'm in the process of getting my GED!
Bleh... Yeah, I'm still obnoxious.
I forgot if I had added ' I don't have cervical cancer!' to any post lately.
Uhm, I'm getting a little too distracted to make this much longer.
( OH and goody, a paper reminder that my lease is up in NOV and I don't know if we'll renew or if I'm moving in with Mom again. )
*FLAIL*
- Jenn*~