And On and Again, This War of Blood and Insulin

Fighting again, still, the seasonal blood sugar skirmish in the midst of an allergen cloud settled over this transition from spring to summer or whatever passes for it in this bastion of wanton heartlandia fallen off the deep end of heartbeat bills and gerrymandering. Normal, then not; not, then normal: a unit drops me 80, same raises me 65; sign of something out of balance, of T1D reasserting itself back to the balance sheet, to find that necessary medium? That both bullshit and blood sugar (though “blood glucose” is medically preferred) share an initialism is more than apposite… fuck this fucking disease and the misfiring immune system it rode in on.