They say how are you? I say I am tired.
They look at me in shock.
They say what could you be tired about?
I say I’m fighting more then you could ever imagine.
They give me that look yet again.
I go on to explain it’s here even though they can’t see it. I feel it even though they can’t feel it. It changes my moods, messes up my days as well as my nights.
They look at me like I’m mental…
I get my injections out before I eat at the resturant where all the questions and crazy looks are directed my way. I take my injection and aim it to my thigh. They don’t know weather to look away or stare.
I can’t help that I have Type 1 Diabetes.
I can’t help that I need to take my Insulin.
They can stare and ask all the questions they wish. But they will never understand.
Diabetes is here even if you can’t see it!
Anon