Dear Mom,
I know you only drive me crazy because you're worried about me.
I know you love me, so I try my best to put up with it nicely.
But it's not that I'm not trying. I really am.
And sometimes I'm really not.
Because sometimes it feels like no matter how hard I try,
something always goes wrong. But then I'm back to trying,
because I know that it is hurting me when I don't try.
I know you worry about the candy in my purses...and in my backpack...
and all over the floor in my room...and under my mattress.
But you see, I'm worried about the time when I don't have candy.
Sometimes, things happen, I go low,
and I don't tell you, because for me, it's part of life,
so I just take care of it
but all you see is the candy.
Sometimes I try too hard, and I overdo it.
I guess that's what happened tonight. I wasn't trying to be careless.
I really thought today was going to be good. But I didn't make it very far.
So I guess maybe that's why,
even though we PWDs know that high blood
sugar is hurting us, we sometimes let things run just a little high,
because even when numbers are 'perfect',
we're still afraid that maybe we tried too hard,
maybe we overdid it just a little,
and maybe this time will be the time we don't wake up for it.
So please don't think that I'm not trying when there is candy around,
because this is what it's for:
P.S. I love you.
