The Bloody Doors Off

Oh my god, how can it only be 1pm?

This is torture.

I’m way too fast for this day.

And we don’t have cookies. Why don’t we have cookies?

Who ate all the bloody cookies?

Oh yeah, that was me.

Well, I want more.

Yes, I’m diabetic.

Hey, I’ll have you know my most recent A1C was 6.4, which is considered “pre-diabetic”. When I was diagnosed in 2007, my A1C was triple that. So whatever I’ve been doing, coupled with the medications, is doing just fine. I even dropped my insulin units down to 52 today.

So I want a cookie, dammit.

Looking to score some double-stuffed Oreos. Anyone holding?

(And no, that’s not a veiled ask for drugs. I’m making a joke.)

Ya’ll need to lighten up.

I need to lighten up.

Everything is so serious lately.

I don’t wanna relive my life. But there are periods of time I’d love to re-experience.

Like when I was a kid, playing with the neighbour kids after school, usually hide and seek, until the streetlights came on and our mums called us in for dinner.

Nothing was serious back then.

I don’t mean to say things are tense. Just that I’m putting undue pressure on myself of late.

Forgetting to take time out for play.

Is that why everything feels so off-balance?