I can make this short and sweet, cuz you already know what I'm talking about. I need a hug, y'all. I have a cold and my blood-sugar is COMPLETELY out of my control. I've got 35 and I've got 475, and everything in between is a blur wizzing by. I've got stuff to get done and it's too dang hard!!
This is day 4 and finally losing my sh*t. I'm about ready to start some crazy diet or exercise regimen or join an ashram or check myself into a residential facility for people who can't f*ing take it anymore! I want to get all crazy and yell and pull my hair and be socially unacceptable and smash all my miraculous diabetes management devices with a hammer and jump in the ocean and swim away from it all. I'm a really good swimmer. Okay, I'm just average, but if there were a way to leave this on the shore I could outrun Michael Phelps himself.
I guess I couldn't be that short and sweet, after all. Send me hugs, y'all. I'm in need today.