It's a day that lives in infamy.
It's a thought that permeates my dreams, and the first conscious thought of the day.
It's the number that flashes across the meter screen- 145, decent, but still indicutive of diabetes.
It's the mental calculation of how much insulin for 1/2 a large muffin plus extra, for just sitting around all morning.
It's an entire day, a year, a decade.
It's part of life.
And I plan to live it all.