Sitting here in my little home away from home, listening to the frogs, the peepers, and the birds singing their evening song. So peaceful and healing. Did I ever write that my husband actually gets angry at the birds when they wake him up in the morning? One of the reasons he will no longer open the windows, I guess. I can't imagine. To me, going to bed and waking up hearing the birds, etc. is a luxury.
Modified on 2/13/18: I was married to man who was a Type 1 diabetic for over 30 years. He also had sleep apnea, spinal stenosis, neuropathy, gastroparesis, and retinopathy. He had triple bypass surgery and a kidney transplant (I was the living donor). Because of his high and low blood sugars, mood swings were a constant concern. Although I tried very hard to stay, we lost each other along the way. Leaving was a very tough decision for me, but staying was even more difficult.
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Doesn't make you a horrible person at all, Lilly. It is what it is. I hope things improve, but I hope the peace you are experiencing there doesn't change. Anyhow, one thing I wanted to mention: have you been reading at all any of the Diabetes Blog Week prompts and posts? I'd be very interested in seeing your perspective, as one of those valuable voices in the Type 3 world. Whatever you decide, thanks for sharing here. And best your way.
ReplyDeleteOh Lilly - my heart is with you
ReplyDeleteLife throws us such curves and we react the only way we can
my life is going one way and yours another
all we can ever do is our best.....
take good care of yourself
and enjoy the birds
(I love them too!)