meara, I'm sorry about the motorcycle bump, and I hope he does the thing and is all above board about the insurance and stuff.
Oh Cass, I'm so sorry. That's way too much on you right now--too much anytime, but now is particularly hard. Take a couple breaths--take a nice bath--and maybe a good partial solution will come to you.
Maria, it can be an awful shock, having to completely rearrange your life around your food intake. I mean, what do you mean, *schedule* meals? What are meals? I eat when I realize I'm hungry and I'm in proximity to food. That was the "meals" I was used to, and skipping several in a row wasn't unusual. I resented the doctor, I resented the finger stick, I resented the stupid food monitoring, I'd just not eat anything ever ever again. I resented my traitor body. It got exhausting, so I tried it their way. No fun, but it did get easier, and then it got to be routine.
I'ma have to make an appt though, my glucose readings are creeping up pretty alarmingly, and Something Will Have to Be Done, whether that's a stricter diet, an increase in meds, or both. Bodies, man. Flawed design. I hope your path is pretty straightforward and without difficulty.
In general these days, I am consternated, thank you for the word, Kalshane. I probably shall remain consternated for the forseeable future. In fact it's going to take some pretty impressive, dramatic de-consternating event for me to not be consternated any more. TBH, I ain't holding my breath.