It isn’t diabetes. At least it isn’t that yet. A friend who is diabetic helped me run a test this morning and the blood sugar wasn’t as crazy as I thought. I once thought the number would be something like 300 and I’d be on the verge of death only now finding out what 300 meant. Well it isn’t, which is good I suppose. I’m not sure how I would be able to cope with losing limbs.
Beyond that moment of glee life is all fatigue. In fact I’ve been sparking this blog with nonsensical phrases and have had to delete bunch of stuff that made no sense. I need sleep.
I’m coming or you, sleep!