I think for me, the hardest thing about diabetes is that there are no days off. Even if you’re trying to celebrate, say, a birthday weekend. A weekend that, for several reasons, ends up being particularly crappy can be made even more crappy by diabetes.
I woke up on Sunday another year older and with a high blood sugar that just wouldn’t quit. If ever there would be a day I’d wish for diabetes to give me a break, it would be on my birthday. Instead I played “why the eff can’t I get back into range” and wasn’t able to eat a thing until well after 4:00 pm.
In the end, diabetes just likes to remind me that it doesn’t care what is going on or that I'm trying to have a special day. In the end, it sometimes just wants to remind me that I have to work a little harder. In the end, it just wants to make it clear that it isn’t giving me a day off. Happy Birthday? Well, maybe next year . . . .