As I woke up this morning, my eyes were bleary. My voice was hoarse. My stomach was empty. I have been fighting off some sort of virus all week, and I have been tired and lazy.
It's hard enough taking care of myself when I'm not sick with an infection or a virus. Sometimes, when I'm not feeling so well, when I should be checking my blood glucose the most, I slack off. I'd rather sleep or pop a bunch of decongestants or suck down a bag of sugar free Halls.
I took a bit of a diabetes vacation for Thanksgiving, and I still haven't come back. I know I need to leave. My passport to Diabetes Aruba has expired, and somebody needs to kick me out of this country. While there are palm trees and blue skies, there are sluggish limbs and dry mouth.
"My diabetes vacation ends today," I said aloud to the empty bedroom as I pricked my finger. 247 mg/dl.
I need to do better. I need to get back to a d-routine and get back in to see Sarah. I need to call up that new endo. Maybe this is the Christmas gift I should be giving myself.