So yes, I went. I attacked my fear of being judged....and failed. When the rejection came, it was devastating, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself and others it wasn't.
Set in depression for the next couple of months.
With that came the weight gain and now insulin. Yipppeeee!!!
Yesterday, I had to learn how to inject myself and he had to learn how to use the rescue pen if I drop too fast. Lovely.
It wasn't as bad as I though it would be, but this morning's results brought me to a bad place. How could my number's still be so high after a weeks worth of meds and now insulin??!!?!?! How sick was I???
It's discouraging, for sure, but I have to continue.
I want to live.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment