OK, I need to stop whining. I need to get my shit together, or nothing is ever going to get done, nothing is every going to change.
Deep breath.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
God, I Hate This Job
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You pack the guns. I'll make the pancakes.
OK, I need to stop whining. I need to get my shit together, or nothing is ever going to get done, nothing is every going to change.
Deep breath.
3 comments so far. What are your thoughts?
Yea, but you know, I just lost a whole year of my life to being sick. I don't want to lose another whole year being sad and unproductive.
The average lifespan of a type 1 diabetic is shortened by 15 years.
15 YEARS!
YEARS.
I already felt like I was running a race, and you know, the stakes just went up.
That's an average. Averages are meaningless without standard deviations.
You'll do better than average, because you'll be one of the rare folks who actually gets her sugar under control and keeps it there.
What Jackie said. Read Stephen Jay Gould's essay about being diagnosed with cancer.
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