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I was on a vacation we've waited over two years for when we had to call the paramedics in beautiful Huntington Beach.
I'm happy to to still be on this mortal plane, but frustrated as hell that no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get myself healthy. I mean, I really do exercise fairly faithfully, try to eat well (hubby is a vegetarian, so that helps tremendously), and I can't seem to get ahead!
I'm only 46, and this is my seventh g--damned stent. I don't even look 46; most people think I'm much younger. But I took that "how old are you physically" quiz and they have me about (no joke) SEVENTY, thanks to the insulin dependence alone. I haven't even menopaused yet. I have an 8 year old son.
I despise this disease. I'm finding it increasingly difficult to stay positive about it. I only hang in there at times like these for my incredible kid and my wonderful and supportive husband.
I just had to rant==I' m so damn frustrated I could run in circles screaming (if I had the energy right now).
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