Well my disease got to a point where it kept getting worse and worse. My blood sugar was HORRIBLE. Normal range is 70-100. For a diabetic, anything under 130ish is pretty good. Well, for months and months my blood sugar didn't get under 200, okay I am lying, it didn't go under 250. I was eating horrible, I wasn't exercising and I was stressed more than anyone knew.
You see, stress affects your blood sugar. I had more stress than I ever let on. I am a very internal person. I rarely show how I am feeling, or what I am feeling, and I defintely NEVER express how I am feeling unless you are one of the very few people that I consider unconditially safe. These people I have learned over the years love me no matter what I do or say. It has taking me doing and saying a lot to them for me to see that they still stand by me and love me no matter what. I mean, a lot of the time, I take out my stress, frustration, and anger I feel for other people on them. They take it and still love me! I am so blessed to have: Cher, Shona, Kisa, and Jade. They are my voices of reason, they tell me what I need to hear, not what I want to hear. They aren't afraid to tell me that I am being stupid as hell. Really they could care less if I even get mad at them. Now, understand, I am blessed with a lot of good friends. However, these ladies could care less if I get mad at them, they still tell me the truth.
Now, back on subject. I had just become principal of my school. The school was in a WRECK! We had gang issues, low test scores, 8th graders were selling drugs, some teachers were doing what they wanted- coming to work late, not coming to work, etc. The kids were WILD, no structure. Parents were not happy about the school and they let everyone in the community know it too. Heck, it wasn't safe for boys to go into the restroom, because gang members were jumping innocent boys as they entered the restrooms. Sad part about the school being in a wreck is........... not everyone knew this.
At the same time that I took over this school. My daddy was diagnosed with having stage 4 lung cancer. Talk about somebody's world being rocked. The doctor told us that at most my dad had 9 months left and that was 9 months of non-quality living.
I handled this like I handle most things. I pouted privately for a few days, was angry as HELL, but only those unconditional people knew this. Then, I got over myself and put on my game face and acted as if none of the above mattered.
I have to stop writing now because thinking about this time makes my heart hurt. If you know me personally you know how close my dad and I are. I can't deal with thinking about this right now.
I will post sooner............
