Did you ever have one of those days at work when you just couldn't make time for a break? One of those days when you didn't stop to eat, drink, or go to the restroom? One of those days when you were fully aware of the need to take a break, but you just couldn't stop for one?
Right about now, that's how life with diabetes is feeling for me.
I just need a minute to breathe. A minute to not think about this. A minute wherein my mind isn't consumed with my last inexplicable, frustrating number - or with the next test and the mystery and aggravation it could hold. A minute to not think about the destruction this disease causes - the destruction that it is causing in me.
And I know that I'm not going to get that minute.
