It’s been a while I know.  I hadn’t noticed.  The routine we have is both difficult physically and emotionally.  It is hard and I miss Mamma more than she realizes, but I am proud of her.  I am proud of her for furthering her eduction.  I am proud of her being one of the best in her class.  I am proud of her finally making friends in a strange country.  It isn’t easy, but I am proud of her.

Adding to stress and aggravation of our normal routine, work has been a lot busier than normal.  The Time Keeper tells me that I am scheduled until July and not everything we do is on our schedules.  There is not enough time in the day to get everything done that I need to, and that includes the extra five seconds for the glucometer to decide how high my blood sugar is or the hour for lunch to ensure that there is sugar to check.  The more stressful things become the more I let my diabetes control slide.  Not he ever had that much control to begin with.  I keep thinking about the pumps on the CGMs and wondering if that would help.

Sometimes, everything is just so overwhelming.  I try to remember to pay attention to all the good things in life.  “Count your blessing; not your curses,” is something I often tell people.  Sometimes it is very hard to count the blessings when the curses are burning your eyes out of their sockets.  A touch dramatic, I think.  When will there be a cure?