My blood sugar hit 352 this evening. I don’t know why. I do know how I feel when I’m at 352.
I can’t see.
I really want the chocolate downstairs but it hurts to much to go downstairs.
Oh, and everything hurts.
And sadly, I really just want to die.
I know it’s the sugar. I just don’t know how to fix it.
The good news, Macy loves me. I think Marcie does too, not sure about Maggie, but then she’s a mess too. — oh, those are my beagles.