Stealing the moment while i still can....
and trying to be serious for a minute.
My mood HAS honestly been off, and i couldn't work out why.
But i think i may have worked it out today, in my own little way.
When diagnosed, it was a shock, life was turned upside down, you all know the score.
then i found salvation, in you lot.
a bunch of renegades ..all on the run from the 'health' police.
fighting your way through a jungle of lies, statistics and misinformation, where danger lurks at every turn.
And i finally found a had a place of safety.
Where i could catch my breath, take stock of the situation, seek wise counsel,,and format a survival strategy.
And mine was to listen, experiment and do whatever it took, to get to january for my HBA1c,
and bring that sucker down from the high 50's
And i did...so i should have been ecstatic, right.?
yet i felt flat, scared even, and i now i think i know what it was.
i think it's because it meant that i had escaped that cocoon of first being rescued.
the novelty, to use an awful description, has worn off..and now i have to move on.
( a bit like growing up and leaving home, perhaps) and thread a pathway to
normalise the fact i have to live with this condition, forever.
And now i've taken a moment, i'm good with that.
(sure many will have been there in some way, so i know i'm not alone in that)
Phase one has ended..
Bring on Phase two
The KING is Dead.
Long Live the KING.