@Tollo sorry.The last thing he intended was to give you Bajona Man ... a thousand forgives.
@ricki21 ... thanks for the opinion.Although I am old, I am a computer scientist (well ... "I am a computer scientist": right now I am nothing, but in the end) and still I am totally reluctant to technology in regard to "this."Insulin bombs do not even consider, I respect those who do it but I have always refused to become a cyborg.One day the PAC brought me a pot and when I saw it I told myself "What is this?"It turned out to be a kind of patch-sensor that you have to take adhered and I think it connects to the mobile ... I don't know how that is going but once it was known what it was, I returned it to someone.As I say, I respect whoever wants all that tinglado and it is useful, but it is not for me.
nevertheless, thanks for your opinion and support.
@isabelbota thanks for writing.Yes you're right.Depression is never leaving, as I think I said.I speak in the past because in those years - about six or seven - I spent weeks without hardly getting out of bed ... eaten by anxiety, making efforts to breathe.But anyway ...
you are right in everything you say, but yes, as Ortega y Gasset said, "I am me and my circumstance."I think it is the worst illness for someone like me, with my personal idiosyncrasy ... but it is what there is.I got as a gift and I can't return it.
@Cassie to see ... First of all tell you that I regret the death of your friend, it has had to be something brutal and very hard.I lost a friend - also diabetic - of cancer, died in Barcelona just over a year ago.In a month and a half he took it.My father beat cancer - he had it right after this curse fell on me - and they were very dark years.I have lost other friends ... all younger than me and healthy: traffic accident, suicide ... even a very dear cousin who was run over when he was on a motorcycle, a van invaded his lane and took him ahead.Like everyone, little by living a few years, you end up seeing (and suffering) of everything.And you know one thing?Already then - and today more - I would have changed for any of them.I wish I died (which occasions were not missing) instead of any of them.
what I'm going to say now, I don't know how to say it with touch.But don't think I say it with bad intention or to Zaherir, that is not my purpose.I have always said that I would have preferred cancer to this disease, and I explain myself: if I had cancer (which I have many ballots for it) I would fight it.And one of two, I would overcome it and continue with my life, or go and rest in peace.I will never have rest or peace in this life.This puerca disease does not allow me: neither could heal or die.Well, I don't die suddenly, of course ... otherwise he is killing me while consuming me in mind, body and soul.I am cooking in my juice, over low heat.
I understand that after your loss you think differently.I guess it is in each one how life understands.For me there are things that "are not living."I had a political uncle who had diabetes since ... always.It was already older.He ended up losing a leg, then the other, finally plugged him into a dialysis machine: so he spent years ... until one night (my best night) he was stiff in bed.I will not go through that, I swore not.They will not bury me for fascicles (and I feel the hard and sardonic of my expressions, too much revert and too much Bukowski ... among others) I consider that this is not similar to the idea that I have of life.That (I admit) can be as successful or wrong as anyone's.
and frankly, the only thing that has contributed to meThis scourge is one thing ... that over the years you end up losing the fear of death.At least in my case.In my case - although by instinct there is some restlessness and fear, atavistic I suppose - there are days that I wish it.When I think about it, it is my only moment of peace, of calm: knowing that despite everything there is an exit to all this.That torture is not eternal.Because without entering into metaphysics, there is whatever after this life (or although there is nothing) I will have escaped from the rotten jail that is my body ... of this prison that suffocates me day after day.
and what has been said, I hope my words do not offend you, if so, I apologize in advance.And if you come to Lugo ... I will be happy to invite you to something.Of course, I disagree as to the aroma ... "Eau de la Vacca" I call him in Coña ... although in the town where I live there are no cows, the truth is that they do not smell precisely well.Ha ha!.
in short, that thanks to all.