I feel very lucky that the people in my life do their best to understand how tough diabetes can be sometimes and to support me when I need it. But no matter how hard they try, I feel like they won’t ever really understand how exhausting diabetes can be - both physically and mentally.
Lately it’s been the physical exhaustion that has been hitting hard. I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older or what, but lows seem to sap my energy more than ever these days. Especially those sticky lows that hang on even after being treated, and those very low lows that come in an aggressive whirlwind. It gets harder and harder to shake them off and continue with my day, when all I want to do is curl up and nap.
Last night brought my exhaustion to a whole new level. My low alarm woke me in the middle of the night and a finger stick confirmed its claim. So I treated the low and settled in to go back to sleep . . . . but that was not happening. My mind raced. I was tired but just couldn’t fall asleep. I went downstairs to find K.C. but she was too busy with whatever kittens do in the middle of the night to come cuddle with me. I got my phone and read my entire Facebook feed, then tried to go back to sleep again but it still wasn’t happening. I played stupid games on my phone. I stared at the ceiling and listened to the air conditioner cycle on and off. I listened to Pete snore. It took several long hours before I finally managed to fall back to sleep. And this morning? There is just not enough coffee in the world.
Sometimes I wish people on the outside understood just how physically exhausting diabetes can be. And that my endo could write a prescription for naps!!