Dog Days of Diabetes.
Ever feel like you're chasing your tail? Running around and around and around until you fall down, exhausted? Like a dog? Like these are the dog days of diabetes falling smack-dab in the dog days of summer? Like my next Joslin appointment is coming up fast this week and I'm hopeful that I've hit stride?
How would I illustrate that? I suppose a dog would make the most sense.
But I don't have a dog. So the best I can do is this:
Siah, you are my favorite little piglet. And with your face smooshed against the bed after you just spent fifteen minutes trying to catch a speck of air, you are the breathing embodiment of how I feel.