This week my skin hurts.
Each lancet and needle, I feel tender. I cringe and take a deep breath.
My skin aches with the thought of one more time. This week my skin hurts.
Tired of bruised fingers, from each glucometer check. Each one, I cringe and have to take a deep breath.
And then the dosing. My skin aches with the thought of one more time. I feel my body could start weeping from all these tiny holes.
And it goes on and I measure my days by this. And I measure my life with this.
I am thankful, gracious for the ability to manage it, but this week my skin aches.