Wow,  I did it.  4 blood tests, 3 insulin shots yesterday.  My eating was good – not as great as I wanted, but I did it.  Up this monring, another blood test, and another shot.  Having my shake.  I’m doing it.  One meal at a time.

I am so freaking tired.  I could just stay in bed.  I had to keep napping yesterday.  I don’t know HOW I’m supposed to go back to work.  Totally worried about that – but I have another week, so I need to stay present.  Stay positive – by next week I’ll feel better.

By next week, my kids will be better too.  My son will be feeling better.  My daughter will be less defiant and more cooperative.  My energy can be used on me.  I’m tired of the arguments. Tired of the conflict.

Oh man…I feel so guilty – sending the kids to school – dragging them out of bed, only to go back to bed myself.  But I took my meds.  Step ONE!   Gotta do this in baby steps. Gotta stop thinking of all the things I’m NOT doing.  I’m having my healthy shake.  I’m UP.

My actions will have positive effects.  I WILL feel better.  Give it time….Sigh.

And that’s me.  YAWNNN.