So, I'm a diabetic. I don't mean I-eat-really-bad-food-and-am-overweight diabetic. That's type two. I'm the my-pancreas-went-capute-so-I-have-to-
inject-myself-multiple-times-a-day diabetic. Neither are fun--my ma's a type two--but it's not so bad.
Okay, so I'm slightly lying. I used to be terrified of needles, though not so much anymore. Well, I'm fine as long as they don't pierce my vein and I don't have to look at them. The needles I use are super thin, so it's okay, I guess.
One of the worst parts is getting low blood sugar in the middle of the night; I'm always hungry then, anyway, and being low on top of it makes me feel ravenous. But when I get up, I'm all shaky and dizzy so I nearly fall going down the stairs, and sometimes I don't have juice or something, so I have to chug some creamer... Yeah... Not fun shit.
And getting high blood sugar means I'm all spaced out and kinda bitchy. Also not fun. And I have a certain range to keep my sugar in, so blech. I guess it could be worse--I could have something terminal, instead of just chronic.
Anyway, I'm off to get my hair did--its black and cut into an A-line, but it's getting shorter, and streaked red! :D