So, today sucked. I had a glucose test (and a few others ran with all the blood they took) and the test took 4 hours, I couldnt eat for 13 hours, and they stuck me like 7 times. I look like a heroin addict. Seriously, I have bruises and puncture holes on both my arms, its ridiculous. I am just now feeling normal. All day I have been so weak, and I ate two meals in like 3 hours! But my body is finally reachieving homeostasis.
Speaking of, I have finished 3 weeks of classes and took my first A&P test. I think that I did well there were only 5 questions I was unsure of and there were two extra credit questions, so I am feeling pretty good about it. I was the 3rd person done with my test but thats just how I am with tests. I know the answer or I dont and so I answer and move on.
One more small thing, ok so not so small. I am putting in my two weeks on Sunday, I cannot work there anymore. I am going to tell them its because of all these health issues and school. But thats only part of the problem. I just cant work with Chase anymore, even if they day is fine with him there after I leave it just goes so horrible and I feel terrible. Today we talked, and its been a month since I called things off if he couldnt be what I needed from him, and today he reassured me that he is not going to be able to change his mind. That its not me and its not us, that he just cant be an us right now. I cant live with this. And the only way for me to get over it is to distance myself from him. He still breaks my heart everyday and I just cant continue to cry over this anymore. He cant be what I need and I cant move on looking at him every few days. I have to leave there and the time has come. At least I have my JoJo to help me with money until and if I get another job.
Do the doctors think you are diabetic? Or is it something else? I suck that I don't know already! But you didn't tell me the last time we talked on the phone and I didn't want to push it. I hope you are ok.
ReplyDeleteAre you done working yet? Because you need to be. We're getting our tickets for the what-cha-ma-call-it show soon. Crap, oh yeah, 3 inches of blood. Phew, brain fart. Are you still planning on going? That should be fun to go together.
I hope you are doing ok. Love you!