So Alex and I have been rushing around for the last few days and during that time frame all I had to eat was a 1/2 a burger and 1/2 bowl of soup. He putz's around the house and Im begging him to take me to the store so I can get something to eat. My sugar keeps falling, and falling and falling. Finally at the bring of despair I just loose my goard.
I said things that weren't rational, normal or even nice. We immediately got some fast food (I know, on average that would be a horrible choice but I needed fast carbs) and I started to feel better in a few hours but my diabetes did not like me not eating for almost 2 days. Im back on track now but I feel really bad about what happened.
I apologized for what I said but not for how I reacted. I begged him for over a day to get me something to eat and he was unwilling. I think he has a better understanding now and hopefully I can get my sugars back on track over the next few days.
Le' Sigh-
SVJ
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