I got up early. I was in pain. I even slept in my Lazy Boy chair last night.
The first thing I do is get my phone to scan my FreeStyle Libre to see what my blood sugar is.
As soon as I scan my sensor, the phone beeps and goes dead.
“Great. Gonna be a great day.” I say out loud facetiously.
With the gas prices being what they are, I haven’t been driving too much, but today I didn’t care. So I get out of my Lazy Boy and drag myself out to the truck.
Driving around, I have to stop for the ducks to cross the road.
I didn’t even roll the window down and yell, “Hey! Why y’all crossing the road?!?” —And I usually get a kick out of doing that.
I drove around about fifteen miles and then made my way back home.
I pull into the driveway, and then my truck “Dings,” and the gas light comes on.
“Oh, Great…” I think to myself. And I decide to give myself an hour or two before I drive to the gas station to get gas.
