Arguably the worst part of diabetes is that it sends our body normalcy barometer into a crazy whirligig. I suspect I may be getting a cold, but it could be fucked up blood sugar. I check and it's high, but I don't know why. Sometimes it's stress or the remnants of a large untested lunch, but when cold or flu or general malaise comes on your sugar goes up in the internal struggle for normalcy. It does this in you, too. During times of stress and illness or excitement the parasympathetic nervous sytem kicks in sending cortisol to all of your fight or flight parts, but you and all of your normal fucking pancreas' can handle it.
Sometimes when you ask me how I feel and I say I don't know you should take it at face value.
I sometimes think about lacking a spleen and having a bum pancreas. I imagine all of the damage I've done to my poor damn liver. For that matter what I do to my lungs. Thank god the kidneys are at fighting weight or I'd be a complete failure as a human system because, believe me, the brain does not function as it should. I spend a lot of time and energy attacking myself.
When at loss for things to contribute to the conversation bitch like an old man.