The doctors hooked me up with a glucose meter today and some pills. I'm officially an official diabetic and we're going to get this sugar under control.
In other news, I beginning to like my new job. Just took some getting used to.
I have type II diabetes. Despite my increased efforts to control my diet, weight, and exercise for the past few years. I knew I was pre-diabetic since 2014. Since then, I joined the gym and began tracking my food off and on on an infrequent basis. I keep losing and gaining the same 20lbs over and over. It's not like I eat candy bars and cereal all day. Both of my parents are diabetics. My grandparents were diabetics. I guess it was inevitable? Just like the risk of death will always be 100%. Mood: Sad, Angry, then Sad again.
My younger sister moved back home. Now we share a bathroom. I took all of the towels out of the bathroom so I could wash a full load of laundry, including hers. She gets mad, and deletes my Netflix profile. I now I have to figure out where I was at on all my shows. I get that maybe I should not have touched her towel, but I don't understand anything she is doing now. I now have to sleep with one eye open so to speak. I mean, its not like I threw the towel in the trash or dirtied it or something. She gets a clean laundered towel, and I get nothing.
I am going to take the high road on this one.
I joined a language/culture exchange website; I'm trying to learn Spanish. I can read and write some Spanish, but when people talk I fail to recognize most the words I know on paper. I was inspired partially by the coworker I had crush on. I do not see him anymore; he quit Arby's and I do not see him anymore. This brings me to my second point: I love my new job, but I didn't have the gall to quit Arby's, meaning I now work 7 days a week.