Work was really stressful today.
Like the kind of day you want to walk up to your boss and tell him to do the job himself, you know?
And it's not his fault- he gets his orders too, but I am stressed.
And I start to get even more stressed when I realize that diabetes is foiling me again. As I sit and fantacize about turing in my notice, I realize that I am not like the average girl that could actually do that if he or she wanted to. I need insurance. I need to keep my son alive. I need the freaking insurance so I can pay for all the things a diabetic child- and husband for that matter- need. And I sit at my desk and get angrier and angrier at this disease. Not just becaue it has taken away my husbands freedom from shots. Not just because it has taken away my sons ability to play for hours without a blood sugar check. But because I cant quit my job if I wanted to. How selfish is that?