REAL LIFE. #T1D
I was supposed to be productive tonight. I have an all-day event on Saturday. I go out of town Sunday for 10 days. While I’m gone, I have 3 presentations and some emcee duties to prepare for. I also have laundry that needs to be done, and a house that has exploded with little bits of Rachel-work all over it. Not to mention actual work that I have.
Tonight, I got home from running an errand and my blood sugar dropped. This incident sucked every ounce of energy I had remaining. And from 6-8 pm, I slept.
I got up, wandered aimlessly around my kitchen for about 10 minutes trying to figure out what to have for dinner, and sat on the couch, while me and Brett watched a little bit of TV.
I was still in a bit of a daze. Just because my blood sugar is in the “normal” range, doesn’t mean my body is. Highs and lows have effects that last for hours…even days.
I did manage to get some work done. But I still have speeches unwritten, laundry in the washer, and a less-than-tidy house.
I am frustrated, still tired, and dangit my stomach hurts after these ordeals.
But a byproduct of living with T1D is learning how to manage puzzles like these all the time. Adjusting as necessary, getting your ish done, and moving on.
Did I get everything I wanted to get done done tonight? Nowhere close. Will it get done? You bet. And I owe a lot of my ability to do that to my always-willing-to-help husband, my friends and family who get it, and my better-than-I-deserve job.
So now? I’m probably just going to go to bed. It’s still hard for me to give myself the physical rest I need to recover, because I want to be Wonder Woman all the time. But I’m (very) slowly getting better at it.