Because it’s one AM and I’m so full of rage that I can’t sleep.
Because I’ve gone to bed MULTIPLE times this week thinking “will I wake up in the morning?”
Because I’m so full of sugar that I feel like I’m going to throw up.
Because my pump is yelling at me to refill it and I don’t want to turn the alarm off.
Because I want to throw it out the window.
Because I don’t want to advocate right now.
Because I didn’t have a choice but TO advocate.
Because my advocacy is reaching people I wasn’t even trying to.
Because that makes me smile.
Because the rage from diabetes gets in the way of working positively with the kids (when this happens I hide in the laundry room).
Because even though I didn’t have a roller coaster day, my night sucked.
Because having friends with “medical conditions” makes creepers at a bar stop talking to you.
Because I didn’t want to get home this late, but an under 40 low blood sugar kept me stranded at the bar.
Because driving is scary even if I’m not low anymore.
Because if I’m stranded at the bar, let me drink damnit.
Because the rage is all encompassing.
Because I thought I was done with it.
Because I’m wrong.