It's something like this that causes me to remember how fragile diabetes makes a person.
I always think of death from complications long down the road.
Those evil lows are what I should be worried about most at this point...which is what I am worried about more than highs.
Hugs, hugs, such a short life.
That is horrible. Why can't I have a problem (not disease, but thanks) that I was at least a little responsible for. I see/know many people who did some terrible things to themselves, drugs, booze, combined with many risky behaviors. What happened to them?!? Not a GOD DAMNED THING... but maybe the ability to tell people about their learning process and personal growth. Gag. Oh Autumn, I do pray for you and your family. Life ain't fair but this is too much.
This bullshit does NOT make me more fragile, it makes me angry. Livid. Now for some a-Lipoic acid...
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