Awkwardly Introverted

So boom 💥, it’s 4:50 AM and I’m in bed—technically 🛏️. I’m laid out like a melted gummy bear 🧸 with my iPad dimmed 📱, blinds closed 🪟, Sour Patch Kids Watermelon sugar all over my chest like I rolled through a candy factory explosion 🍬💣. The fan’s blasting because I’m hot as hell 🔥 (thanks, diabetes 😒), and I really should’ve gone to bed at 1 AM… but no, I was too busy vibing 🎶💃🏾 to my music like it was 2010 and the aux cord was mine. Meanwhile, my insulin pump is acting like it’s got beef with me 🤖😤. It’s beeping like a possessed Tamagotchi 🔊—low, then high, then low again. I’m not even wearing it at this point 🙅🏾‍♀️. I took it off because: It doesn’t deliver insulin when I’m low anyway ⛔💉 Sometimes I need a break 😤 She may be my best friend 🫶🏾, but she is not bed-friendly. Uncomfy queen 👑. I call myself the Bionic Woman 🦾😂 because the pump is what makes me feel like a futuristic cyborg, not the diabetes itself. But still… why is diabetes like this?? How does i...