The end of last week was a bit rough. The doctors said I had to do something about my gestational diabetes. It’s not like it’s a big deal. They had to round my number up in order to make me diabetic. All the appointments took most of my time.
Luckily, I have learned to keep my mouth shut. I got through the lectures about my eating habits without one word of “Yeah, but I don’t eat that.” Okay, not that many words about my already healthy eating habits. And I didn’t snap too much at being told by the county nurse I shouldn’t have another child since I’ll probably develop diabetes again. I really enjoy it when people tell me what I can and cannot do with my own body. Yeah, that really keeps me from getting mad.
After spending Saturday pouting I woke up Sunday with a different idea. I spent the day getting lost in my writing. It actually helped my mood. Hopefully, it’ll keep helping my mood. Otherwise, I’m afraid I might yell at members of the medical profession. And hopefully I’ll finish this month’s submission shortly.