I've spent the past 9 months or so in Nursing homes as a patient. True, I was put there by mistake, but what an education. I spent the last 4 months with a woman who wanted to die and I watched it, the whole process with Hospice feeding her morphine every 4 hours for 8 days until she did die.

I felt drained and hopeless. I couldn't wait to get out of there. I finally did with the help of a good, Christian woman, who is my friend.

I am now in my own apt again but I'm finding it very difficult dealing with my newly diagnosed diabetes. I have constant nausea and am trying to put together my new life, which seems impossible most days.

I'm buying all the things that I lost through the internet but that seems taxing and endless.

I'm having an especially bad day today because of my blood sugar and find myself dizzy most of the time. I have some control of it but some days it gets away from me. I'm hoping I'll get better at this thing.