Diabetics are not just diseases with two feet. We breathe, we think. We have hopes and dreams. We have families, we have jobs. We are not our disease. However, things are hard for us, especially if you are 21, like I am.
I am struggling to find a way to pay for everything. Right now I am working on my reserves that I have stored up, but that is about to run out in... a little over a week. My father gave me some money to get another vial, but my father barely makes his own bills. I cannot ask him for money, and see him want for food or electricity or whatever else he needs. It's wrong. So what do I do?
It seems that the government, and the people that make money off my medicines, want us poor Diabetics to just curl up on our sides and die. However, I much prefer to live. I have things to live for. I have a boyfriend, I have my family, I have my education. I have a dog, and I have dreams. I will not go down without a fight!
So I decided to make a blog, to try to get some light shed on how life really is for us young, poor diabetics. Hopefully somebody reads this and decides that something needs to be done. If not, then it is a way for me to vent.
~LeseulLoupGris~
