Getting pecked to death by a duck.
That's what yesterday felt like for me. It was a tough one.
I went to visit my nurse, to take a look at the medtronic real time sensor in "real life", to get a letter for some travel I have coming up and most importantly, to try the silhouette set. I need more sites but the quick set doesn't work well on my stomach because I can feel it against the muscle wall. Thus, I wanted to try the silhouette for more options.
Suffice it to say, it wasn't my favorite experience of all time. Pinch, insert the pretty long needle under my skin, by hand. It hurt to insert it. It hurt after it was in. I'm sure you get used to it, but overall, I just didn't like it.
So we decided to try my leg with the quick set, which worked better going in, though I don't love the feel of it yet. Which is to say that I can feel it. I'm so used to not feeling the sets that the newness of using my legs, feels strange and unfamiliar.
I don't like this much. I think I'm just plain sick of sticking myself.
And then I went to my acupuncture appointment after my appointment with my nurse. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the brightest idea to schedule both appointments on the same day. The acupuncture was fine, but again, it was needles poking me. Not painful ones, but needles, nonetheless.
I know it's what I have to do. This is my life with diabetes. I am grateful that I have the ability to "manage" this disease and 99% of the time I'm used to it. And then there are the moments like yesterday, when I just feel so tired of being stuck with sharp metal objects. I'm tired of the low grade irritation and discomfort. I'm just tired of what it takes to do this disease.
Luckily today is a new day. I woke up feeling a bit better this morning. I was trying to find some humor in it all. Which is why I remembered the silly line about the duck. I wish that I could just blame my bad mood on a duck. A very bad duck who just happens to have a very sharp bill.