Day 3 (oxygen masks)

So a lot of people have told me they miss the old me. I hope that isn’t entirely true.

The old Chris was miserable. He spent way too much time and energy taking care of other people and not taking care of himself.

I’m not sure why I switched to third-person there.

I got really annoyed today when my breakfast came and I didn’t get everything I asked for, and was given stuff I didn’t ask for. My doctors switched me to a 3000-calorie ADA diet. So my ham, cheese, mushroom, onion, and green pepper omelet did NOT include the ham or the cheese. It did however include two pieces of fruit, a slice of toast, and a fricking cinnamon roll. Apparently cheese is BAD for diabetics and cinnamon rolls are GOOD for diabetics. I told the doctor I was upset, and she said I could just not eat the stuff on my tray that I don’t want. Right, because I got to be morbidly obese because of my excellent ability to turn down cinnamon rolls sitting in front of me. Tonight my dinner came, and at least they sent me what I asked for, but again, they sent me extra stuff, like a banana, a fruit cup, a piece of LEMON CAKE, and a CHOCOLATE CRINKLE COOKIE. In what world are these things acceptable to people with diabetes?

Anyways, oxygen masks. In airplanes, when the flight attendant is giving the safety instructions at the beginning, they make a point that in an emergency event, parents should apply the oxygen masks to themselves BEFORE helping their children. Sometimes it is appropriate to take care of yourself before others.

So that is what I am working on now. I have felt like I have put the needs of others ahead of myself, and I’m not doing it anymore. I’ve got to worry about me.