Today I... am recovering from a very emotional evening in which crying ensued for no reason, but I suspect it was due to a string of terrible blood sugars, including swinging from 202 to 53 to 135 within the course of several hours.

Today I... would really like to go in the bathroom and cry. Or just go home and cry.

Today I... am trying not to angrily march over to the next cube and show the lady talking about how bad her allergy shots hurt all the infusion set scars on my belly.

Today I... considered talking to my coworkers about World Diabetes Day, but I don't have the mental energy.

Today I... am struggling with a funk I've been in for about a week that is likely due to not having even one in-range blood sugar reading unless by accident, miracle or lack of food.

Today I... hate diabetes so much that I am declaring a truce. I'm done with this sh*t.

Today I... wore blue in honor of World Diabetes Day.

Today I... ate leftover Halloween chocolate from the kitchen at work even though my blood sugar was near 200.

Today I... am aching for a CGMS approval that would likely help me avoid the depression I'm in now from having such terrible blood sugars for the last week; I also blame Aunt Flo for said terrible blood sugars.

Today I... want the world to know that having diabetes sucks, that 90% of the time I do what I have to do and get on with life, that there is a huge component to having this stupid disease that takes every ounce of energy I have to not throw in the towel and say I'm not doing this any more, that the pressure put on the victim to be compliant and stay in control is often too much to bear.

Today I... will test my blood sugar, bolus for meals, complain a little, maybe cry a little, hug my children, kiss my husband and be glad that it's me and not them.

Today I... will make sacrifices.