Bad Day

Somehow I got it set in my head that to show my emotional side is weak. I don't know why. Because I'm a man, I guess. That's not really an excuse. I've been living with Type 2 Diabetes for almost two years. I've been up and down with the A1C. My next appointment with my Primary is going to be in December and he's going to want a blood test.

I'm pretty sure it will be an epic fail.

I came across a quote from the series "Breaking Bad" that pretty much summed up how I feel. Granted, I don't have Stage 3A lung cancer, but the feelings are pretty much the same.

"...these doctors talking about surviving, one year, two years, like it's the only thing that matters. But what good is it to survive if I'm to sick to work, to enjoy a meal, to make love. For what time I have left, I want to live in my own house, I want to sleep in my own bed. I don't want to choke down 40 or 50 pills every single day..."