Well, I have to schedule an appointment with my doctor tomorrow. My sugars have been up in the 300's lately- NOT good. Actually, that's extremely bad. I'm surprised I'm not in a coma in the hospital right now... I haven't told my parents. I don't like lectures and I can guarantee that's what I'll get if I tell them. So, I'm going to work it out with my doctor, hopefully.
Gawd, I hate diabetes.
- I didn't ask for it.
- It was hereditary, so there was nothing I could do to stop it.
- It's sapping me of money.
- It's a burden and depresses me.
- It's liable to land me in the hospital, or kill me.
Gawd, I hope I can get help soon.
I cried over it today. I don't want to die, not yet.
But, it'd be my fault, I'm sure. Not monitoring well, or eating right, surely.
Wish I had the courage to be emo... but, I won't do that. I'm not that depressed... yet. And, I'm normally a really chipper person. I can't be emo, I'm too afraid of pain. *sigh*
I'm am soooo depressed right now. No job. No money. Economy is failing. And, the diabetes doesn't help. I need a real-life hug, guys.
~Yosei~
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Edit:
Guess my huge weight loss (without an appetite loss) and extreme tiredness are because of the high sugars. I'm gonna go check my keytones now (which means I gotta pee on a stick...) brb
Well, there's no signs of keytones. That means I won't go into a coma anytime soon, thank god. There's one less thing on my chest. Okay, I just have to get my sugars under control.
Wish me luck, guys.
