Okay so I am having a bad week. I am stressed out and not eating well. I am also not taking my insulin like I should. So of course my Bg are 300 or higher(i Know I will take my insulin tomorrow I promise) and I am at my wit;s end. Normally I would not blog this and keep it to myself, but today I have to write this down. I am not a whiner or a self pity party person. I am stressed due to my child's CRCt test that her school has done a horrible job preparing her for and there is a good chance she will fail and report third grade. I know that if she was instructed correctly she would have no problem as she never has any year before. Then I am stressed about money, and I am stressed about this stupid Diabetes. I am sick of insulin shots and meters. I am just sick of it all. I never dreamed I would be on insulin at 31 and i never dreamed I would be feeling this way. There are so many of you who have had this so MUCH LONGER and are fine. I know that this is my ball game and I am the one who makes the moves. i think that the full reality of this has indeed settled in. Having to inject when eating out tsk.. hate it. Run to the bathroom for said injection..whoops didn't dose enough bs too high correction. I could go on, but there is no need as you all are right there too. I was in the Marine Corps. for 8 years and here I am in denial..what? I get tired of people asking did you take your insulin, how are your bs, oh and are you okay? I'm not dying I just have a chronic illness that will never go away and my own system attacking my b cells no I'm normal, oh wait what is normal? My kids having to be taught what to do if I have a low and can't help myself. My kids wanting me to take there BS to make sure they are okay and don't need shots like mommy. My husband doing his best to deal with all of this, and my poor mom sickened by her daughter being on insulin. Lot to handle. I think my kids are the best example of help. they help me move fwd and live. I just have to stop being in denial. That my friends is easier said than done.