Finals are fast approaching, and thus comes stress. I've avoided it so far by trying to get work done early so as to fight off the inevitable backlash of too much sugar being produced by my liver, but I'm no longer hopeful that it'll maintain. Tonight I had a spike and ended up falling asleep for several hours missing my night class. Now, while this may have to do with a possible excess of food, it may have more to do with the growing feeling that I'm losing control of my stress levels. And, like most things, it doesn't stop at spikes in blood sugar and the possibility of landing myself in the hospital or on a gurney in an ambulance with the opposite problem I had three years ago. And while this time I would have fabulous insurance so as to lower the payment from $400 something to around $50 its still something that shakes me. The problem could octopus out (spiders suck) and latch onto the overwhelming stomach issues, the attempt to wipe out all parasites in my gut and "cure" my diabetes entirely, and the general disarray of joints and sockets. I mean, this is about as good a time as any for another dislocation, hyperextension, or loud popping or cracking from my shoulders.
I've just realized that I'm not to good blogging without writing it down somewhere first. there's something about permanence that dwells on these keys. the idea that once its typed its there forever and can nary be removed or changed. Hmm...I need to go say some prayers.
Next time: preparation writing first!
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