i have had an entire day of single digit BGLs. for non metric that is under 180mg. i’m seriously pumped and i think if i break my streak i might cry. this is my first day in may that i haven’t bounced over into double digits. i really just want to prove that i’m dedicated so Big D Careless will buckle under the pressure when i tell him i want to go on a pump. check it. only two more hours to go…
23:28
5.9
02:03
5.5
04:38
7.0
07:50
6.3
10:31
6.4
14:13
6.5

Insulin is a vial habit. #diabetes #type1 #patient #pharma #meds (Taken with instagram)
So the question now is, do I want to start Sherlock again, or Misfits? Or maybe just another Wallace & Gromit. Ugh. The choices.
my head feels so filled up with all this stuff lately. like where will i be in 5 years. fuck, where will i be in 5 months. what if my lip never heals, what if there is something wrong with my teeth, what if no one ever calls me. what will i do if my housemate moves in with her new boyfriend.
i am happy for her, i don’t mean to sound otherwise. but he owns and so i guess it would be cheaper for her. and it would probably help their relationship. and it’s closer to her work, so it’s more practical. but then i couldn’t stay here, i’d have to find a new place. by myself in all probability. my ma wants me to buy. which is ridiculous. i don’t understand how she can’t see how ridiculous that is. i wouldn’t even get approved for a loan. so i said that. and now she wants me to move into an apartment or townhouse or something. i really don’t want that. i’m not built to live like that. i like it here. i like walking around my yard early in the morning. i like that i’m in a flight path. i like that i can hear the town clock from here. i like space for plants. loud music. i don’t want to live 5 feet away from a bunch of old people and their dentures. or young couples with spiffy cars and jobs who i would just be jealous of. why does it feel like i might be the last single person left on the planet. also. diabetes.