If you have Type 1 diabetes, you realize the cycle of the disease.
Sometimes diabetes runs you over like a Mack truck. Other times it is the slow, constant nagging and care of the disease, but everyone experiences burnout.
After constant weekend warrior work on the “new” house, a tad bit of sickness, and looking over the edge of “diabetes burnout”, I’ve lost interest. I left the house early on Saturday, even though the cement guys were there, and I had to finish texturing the last wall of the kitchen.
I was just too tired and sick of it all. I also didn’t take a bloodtest for most of the day.
I felt like I hit a brick wall…
(Yes, I am asking you to stand on your head. I have resaved, re-rotated, and tried everything under the sun on this photo, so please practice your handstands while viewing this picture.)
I should feel great that our block has been laid, but there isn’t even a smidge of excitement in me.
I blame running into the brick wall. And this stupid picture is the last straw…
