I'm having the kind of day, where I am (for this moment) actually grateful to have type 1 diabetes in my life. I know: smack me now. I never would have thought I'd ever make a statement like that.
This weekend a relationship that was significant to me ended. It was the longest relationship I had had since the demise of my marriage years ago.
I had forgotten about this level of emotional upheaval: heartbreak. Though I will admit I do NOT like that word, heartbreak. I'm bruised, possibly scratched up, definetly not broken.
That being said, I forgot the physical symptoms that accompany a bruised heart. It has been so long since I last felt them. It's as though a giant scab that went from my head to my toes has been ripped off suddenly. My chest is tight and breathing is strained.
The good news.... Type 1 Diabetes is a terribly effective distraction. Who has time to mope?
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