My Blood Sugar Has Been Consistently Spiking Around 8:30-9:00pm For The Last Week (at Least??) And I

My blood sugar has been consistently spiking around 8:30-9:00pm for the last week (at least??) and I keep thinking my pump would for sure have recognized and adjusted for that by now but it just keeps happening 😫 I’m doing really well mental-health-wise not having to micro-manage my blood sugar but I was doing a lot better numbers-wise when I was!

So I received this ask, and I wasn't sure if this was a scam or not. But, I have a mom who is diabetic and knows how to get insulin.

I told her about it and she asked me to send this link to this person. It had resources for diabetics who need insulin right away.

So I sent a message to this user and lo and behold, they deleted their ask and blocked me (and presumably deleted their tumblr account).

If someone is messaging you or sending asks in your inbox asking for donations or money, UNLESS YOU PERSONALLY KNOW THEM, it is a scam.

For people who actually need insulin, I have a website that directs you to resources that can help!

Please stay safe everyone!

“You’re still coming in to work right? We are short staffed”

it’s weird how if the stuff my chronic illnesses causes happened to an abled person, they’d call an ambulance but i’m just expected to get up and carry on with my day

Ed Gamble: Blood Sugar (2019)

How to show emotions

Part V

How to show grief

a vacant look

slack facial expressions

shaky hands

trembling lips

swallowing

struggling to breathe

tears rolling down their cheeks

How to show fondness

smiling with their mouth and their eyes

softening their features

cannot keep their eyes off of the object of their fondness

sometimes pouting the lips a bit

reaching out, wanting to touch them

How to show envy

narrowing their eyes

rolling their eyes

raising their eyebrows

grinding their teeth

tightening jaw

chin poking out

pouting their lips

forced smiling

crossing arms

shifting their gaze

clenching their fists

tensing their muscles

then becoming restless/fidgeting

swallowing hard

stiffening

holding their breath

blinking rapidly

exhaling sharply

How to show regret

scrubbing a hand over the face

sighing heavily

downturned mouth

slightly bending over

shoulders hanging low

hands falling to the sides

a pained expression

heavy eyes

staring down at their feet

Part I + Part II + Part III + Part IV

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It has gotten to the point for me where it still hits me in waves, but the waves are reallllllllly spread out

I used to go a couple days, a couple weeks- now I’m trending on 6+ months of doing great and then this feeling just hits me and it’s like I get whiplash because “okay, there’s still more feelings to deal with with that’s apparently”

because I want to not feel that way so bad that when it’s gone for a bit I just convince myself I’m passed it

And then it hits me

i'm not doing okay.

i think something no one talks about enough is the grief you go through when you're diagnosed with something.

it's that realisation moment.. that no matter how much you study, how hard you push yourself, how hard you want to be normal and fit in- it just won't happen, you know?

this week, the grief, the pain, everything has just hit me extra hard.

the grief of not being able to work in the career i studied & got degrees for, the grief of not having friends and enjoying my twenties like i always dreamed of as a child, the grief of being the older sibling and yet being the one whose crumbling, the grief of my family giving up on me ever becoming something, the grief of watching the difference of how my family view me, the grief of always holding other people back, the grief of my illness being more in control of my actions than my wishes.

i'm twenty five this year,

and i have nothing to show for it, you know?

& that won't change. i can't do anything to help it.

i've spend this past week in panic attacks, just watching the days roll into the next. i relapsed, more than once- and i just don't feel anything anymore, you know?

because why should i give myself the right?

what have i done?

i feel like i put more bad in the world than good,

like i'm a plague that just can't be cured & left alone to rot.

i'm sorry if i don't respond to anything, or seem a little off, or if this post even upsets you in anyway. it wasn't my intention, i just needed to vent, to get everything out of my head for once.

i hope you enjoy my scheduled content.