Anyway, his name translates to Bernd the Breadloaf, but I’ve always thought of him as Burnt Bread. So why am I thinking of him today? Well, unlike Mr. Breadloaf (who isn’t really burnt), I have moved well beyond lightly toasted and fallen full on into the flames.
The worst part of my current bout with burnout is that I have an endo appointment on Monday. I did get my labs done, so there is one point in my favor. However, the fact that I haven’t worn a sensor all week is going to leave a pretty big info gap in my pump download. Every day I promise myself I’ll insert a new sensor tomorrow. And every tomorrow I put it off yet another day. I’m also randomly grazing and bolusing instead of counting carbs and eating actual meals. My Fitbit is laughing at me because I’m barely getting any steps in. And the leftover Halloween candy considers me its new best friend based how often I visit.
So I’m dreading Monday’s appointment even more than usual. My endo is great and I’ll be completely honest with him about what is going on. But I can’t help but be very embarrassed to admit how little I care about my diabetes these days.
Just call me Burnt das Karen.