Dear Diabetes....Scratch the dear.....
When trying to think of anything I could thank you for... I really can't think of anything... All that is added to my life because of you is pain. I hate the constant poking and writing and calculating, that by the time I can eat, everyone is well into their meal, or done. I hate that I feel sick when my blood isn't right on, which is a lot lately, which is resulting in being sick a lot, and having a lot more doctor appointments. I hate that I have all these medications to keep track of, doctors to listen to, and complications to look forward to. I hate that I have neuropathy and more pain because of you. I hate that my fiancee and I get in arguments because he doesn't seem to care that I have diabetes, or seems uninterested in something that is a part of me, and that he hasn't made a single effort in 2 years to know you. I hate when I get new jobs, and then they hear I am a diabetic. You haven't even brought me a single friend because of this. I hate all the looming medical bills from my past, when I had no insurance and couldn't afford to be a diabetic. I hate feeling singled out an alone because of you..... I hate that I can never have a vacation from you. I hate the fear you have instilled in me about my future. I hate that I am having such a hard time having children, partly because of you.... I hate that diabetes and depression go hand in hand, and become a vicious circle that I have been riding for years now. What have you given me? A few good memories at Camp Needlepoint. That in no way makes up for what you do and are doing to me. Scar tissue... depression... pain.... fear.....
Mostly, I hate you for being a part of me.....
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