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I forget that my diabetes is serious. Sometimes I feel like I’m using it as a crutch or an excuse to get out of something when in all honesty, I’m just taking care of myself. Why is it so hard for me to get that into my head?! I hate it!
My blood sugar has been icky that last few days. Tonight I was trying to focus and study for my Art History test, but soon found myself just lying on my floor with a pillow.
“I’m too tired to think and too weak to move around!”
“You are not! You’re just lazy! Get your butt up and quit whining Whitney!”
“I know. I know. I need to get up and focus!”
*Silence*
“I feel sick… this is difficult and frustrating. Who have I been talking to? Hello? Are you there?”
I feel like stripping away all the random papers flying around my room. The clutter. The unnecessary that pollutes my life and pulls me away from taking care of myself, from seeing things clearly, from listening to God…
My blood sugar has been icky that last few days. Tonight I was trying to focus and study for my Art History test, but soon found myself just lying on my floor with a pillow.
“I’m too tired to think and too weak to move around!”
“You are not! You’re just lazy! Get your butt up and quit whining Whitney!”
“I know. I know. I need to get up and focus!”
*Silence*
“I feel sick… this is difficult and frustrating. Who have I been talking to? Hello? Are you there?”
I feel like stripping away all the random papers flying around my room. The clutter. The unnecessary that pollutes my life and pulls me away from taking care of myself, from seeing things clearly, from listening to God…