And with that the fire is gone. Not a remnant, a hot coal, a stray ember or even a smouldering pile.
The fire that kept my diabetes management on track is gone. In between the long hours at work, extreme lows and blistering highs I’ve rediscovered a void. A relic of a past era that led to the onset of chronic diabetic complications in my life.
The language has changed, my demeanour is not what it was and the spring in my step is gone, Frankly, I couldn’t care a less. I’ve lost the handle
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