I made the executive decision (which makes me the CEO of my diabetes, I guess? Related question: do I have to wear a suit?) over the weekend. I'm tired of Jim yelling at me when he's teeter-tottering over that line. (181! 178! 184! 182! 179! 180! And again with the alarms!) I'm annoyed that my keyboard tray goes VRRR! VRRR! like clockwork each morning after breakfast. I'm so over hearing those alarms at the precise moment I'm falling asleep at night.
I'm tired of hearing that stupid high alarm, so I disabled it.
This doesn't mean I've stopped trying, or caring, or checking. This means that I'm exercising my right to use the technology that's working for me, and silence the parts that aren't. Life, and enjoying that life (which is hard to do when I'm being frequently reminded that I screwed up somehow), comes first.
It's not a permanent change, but it's one I'm trying out for a little bit. Because I like keeping some amount of my sanity - and those around me appreciate that, too.
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