DCUKMod It took me ages. Blood glucose down to 8.8 after a dinner of roast chicken. Medication is controlling the pain until about 30 minutes before the next dose is due and a scary bruise has developed today. I'm on the mend.
Sounds like you're doing just fine.
Last Thursday (so, just over a week ago), I was pondering the deliciousness of our weekly haul from the local butcher when I tripped up and realised I was heading for the ground. Face plant on cobbles. Ouch!
Fast forward all the stupid "I'm totally fine" rubbish one spouts whilst wiping the blood drops from one's jacket, I had the most spectacular black eye and rather sore face.
Everything has just about healed now, although I just just a small bruise left, and fading yellow bruise on my cheek bone. It looked for days, like the bruise was dribbling down my face.
People encountered didn't know whether to mention it or not, but I found myself declaring myself not to have been the victim of any sort of violence. What sort of logic is that?
It's amazing how quickly our bodies heal. Pride sometimes take a little longer.
In the meantime, make yourself as comfortable as you can and accept all offers of help.