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Just feeling happy ya know
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My perfect piggity Frankie baby, who is the father of the new bebes!
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Hi little bebes, hope you had a great first day!
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Our little Odie mama is doing great and the babies are as sweet as can be. Four little February 1st cuties 💓
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My cute little Odie girl (you know, the one we thought was a boy) is due any day now and we can't wait to see the bebes!
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I've been feeling so down lately. Mostly from the shoulder pain I've been struggling with, also from the weather and Jesse travelling almost all month.
I apologized to a coworker the other day for being crabby and she said "you don't have to be perfect all the time Sarah". I realized in that moment how much fucking energy I've been putting into being "perfect" at my job. And i think that part of me has been slowly cracking ever since, physically and metaphorically.
I started having intense shoulder pain about 5 days ago and have been off work since. My doctor thought it was shingles at first but then determined today that it seems to be bursitis. This whole process of trying to diagnose the pain while missing work has been exhausting. I haven't slept well since the pain started and my boss isn't thrilled I'm missing work (I'm a lab technician, I work with my hands). After a million texts and calls to my friends and family about how guilty I was feeling about being off work for a week, I realized they were all telling me the same thing. I was doing it again- trying to be perfect. It matters so much to me to be perfect. It matters that I never let anyone down. It matters that I am the over achiever who works through lunch and stays late.
And then I realized something else. This is out of my control.
Ah, control, my number one struggle in life.
But I started to think about it, if my office cannot survive 5 to 6 business days without me while I recover then that is not my problem. I have kept them up to date every step of the way and have been honest. One little week of unexpected work absence should not give me three anxiety attacks in a day. One week of my year. Will I remember this week in 5 years? Probably not.
I say and know these things to be true, yet I am still unable to fully relax on my days off and am weighed down by guilt. So here's to a deep breath, a little bit of faith, a little less control, and the courage to be selfish every once in a while. And here's to being alright with sometimes feeling down.
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I've been forgetting about Tumblr lately, sorry! A lot has been going on in our little lives out here.
About a month ago, we lost our sweet Hermes due to a large bladder stone that was unable to be removed surgically. We were absolutely heartbroken, he was a part of our family and so loved.
His buddy Frankie was also so confused, sad and lonely after his passing. They had been together since birth. We knew that even though we weren't ready for new piggies, Frankie needed some company. We adopted these two cuties in the first 2 photos. Odie and Sunny. They had been abandoned and were living in a shelter for months. That's Frankie is in the last photo. Our little family got smaller and then bigger within a week and our hearts are full knowing we rescued those two babies. Fun fact: we were told that Odie and Sunny were both boys. Turns out that Odie, now Odette, is a lady and possibly pregnant. So yes, it's been a bit crazy around here. All of this has been going on while Jesse and I started new jobs/ positions at work. Life is a weird blessing or whatever you want to call it!
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Wide awake with a fever of 102 trying not to have an anxiety attack because I need to take another sick day tomorrow. Have struggled to keep my blood sugar below 200 from the sinus infection and I just want to cry. Everything hurts and aches. I feel like when I miss work I am letting everyone down, but also know I can't let this sickness get out of hand or my diabetes will suffer. I am having a bad night and just want to feel better.
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Haven't checked in for a while. Life has been busy but very, very good. Jesse loves his new job, I am getting a large promotion at work in a month, and my latest a1c was 6.0 (average blood sugar of 126)! Feeling thankful, exhausted some days, but most definitely proud. Jesse and I have been working our asses off building our future, and we are beginning to see the fruits of our labor. We've struggled at times and tested our faith in each other, but have become such a team in the process. Sometimes I feel so shitty about living with a chronic illness, but to see life starting to come together in spite of that restores my faith in chasing what you want regardless of what stands in your way.
Side note: surround yourself with people who believe in you 💕
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Getting ready to go to a wedding. Still diabetic, still fabulous. Can't even spot dex under my dress sleeve which was a total accident. Sometimes it just works out!
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Is it fall yet? Asking for the pigs.
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I cried today
Ugly cried, standing against a wall holding a bottle of insulin and a syringe because my blood sugar was 350 and I had high ketones. Haven't felt this sick from diabetes in a while. Jesse just held me while I cried and cried. He got me to calm down. He always gets me to calm down. I am so thankful for him always, but especially in these moments of true diabetes hell. These are the nights that make me want to call my boss and say I need a mental health/diabetes recovery day tomorrow. Don't you wish we got those for living with chronic illness? But we don't, in my case not due to lack of compassion from my coworkers or anything like that, but because the world keeps turning and chronic illness doesn't rest. Tonight I am fed up with diabetes but know I need to rest up because tomorrow I have to fight again. Fight to feel normal, to keep my numbers in range, to not have my sugar be a distraction at work. To an outsider, tonight is chaotic. To me, it's a Thursday.
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There’s so many posts about recovery, so here’s a shoutout to everyone with chronic conditions who can’t expect to make a full recovery:
To the people who will have to learn how to live with and manage their symptoms long term.
To the people who will always be sick and disabled no matter how hard they work or how many healthy choices they make.
To the people who will have to spend their whole lives working around and accommodating limits and impairments which most people don’t have to worry about.
To the people who have to figure out how to live a good and fulfilling life WITH their illness/disability and its symptoms.
To the people who will have to go “this is as good as it gets and that’s okay” even though they’re still struggling more than most people.
To the people who’ll never be able to put their diagnosis behind them.
I see you - and I absolutely promise you that even if you can’t ever get to live a symptom-free life, you can still learn how to live a good one.
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It's almost my birthday, which means I spent this weekend enjoying the last days of 27 with my family. Chopped off my hair, wandered through gardens, drank cups and cups of coffee. Excited to celebrate 28 on September 4th!
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Have you ever wanted to cry because you feel like total garbage but you can't even cry because you are so frustrated? Diabetes. Particularly diabetes tonight. Over treated a bad bad low and now just hanging out in the high 200s. No ketones, but feeling like just total garbage.
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The boys.
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