Testing My Patience

We lost three fish over the course of the day today (six total, for those of you keeping score at home). After spending the past week looking up things like “ich“, “rot“, and “swimming upside down“, they eventually passed on to the big aquarium in the sky. It’s been rough watching all of this happen, waiting for treatment methods to work, hoping you’re doing everything properly, looking for feedback from an organism whose only means of communication is to just keep swimming. But the thing I’ve learned through all of this, despite my belief that people with diabetes can make excellent pet owners, is that I suffer from a severe lack of patience.

Waiting for algae to grow on our fish tank, showing signs of a healthy ecosystem. Waiting for the water treatment to show signs of progress. Waiting for the right time to feed, but not overfeed our cats. Waiting for my blood sugar to come back up from treating a severe low. Waiting for insulin to kick in after correcting a persistent high.

It turns out under the right circumstances, I’m not a patient man. And that bums me out.

Maybe I should get back into yoga. I need to find my inner peace, assuming it ever previously existed.

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