99% of the time I handle having diabetes great. I take my shots. I test my blood sugar. I watch what I eat. I’m not even sad about it. It just is. It is something I have to deal with, and that’s fine. No big deal. If anything, hey, I’m special.
And then I have times like this afternoon at work. Times where I go “Oh fuck I’m going to die. I have a horrible disease that will never go away, and I hate this and I hate everything and I hate waking up.”
Then I move on.
But I really don’t like those times when that happens.