I’m irritated. I was in the zone, focused on my writing, when out of nowhere my blood sugar dropped. That sweet focus is gone and I had to get up and deal with it by finding something in the kitchen to take care of it. It’s not fair. I cussed at it, knowing that wouldn’t make it go away. This wasn’t a break I wanted. The diabetes likes to show up and remind me it can do this. It can ruin my focus and piss me off.
It’s not like focus is easy for me in the first place. Like most people, I feel overwhelmed at times by all the information coming at me online. But when blood sugar takes me on a wild rollercoaster ride, focus is the first thing to go. What shows up in its place—and sticks around much too long—is anger and resentment.