Tuesday morning
Nothing to report here it’s just a rainy Tuesday. I’m just your standard single working mother operating a one-woman private client service infrastructure held together with caffeine, spreadsheets. I am drawn forwards by the sheer force of love, and driven from behind by the repulsive force of the past. Before work each morning, I ran the one woman band that is a small but committed organisation providing Hospitality taxi and support services to a teenage client sitting 2GCSE exams today, while also managing Type 1 diabetes, which is frankly a full-time job before you even add quadratic equations. So before 8am I had already: checked blood sugars, monitored an overnight hypo, updated the diabetes team, chased a prescription, made breakfast, made sandwiches, located school equipment that was “definitely in my room yesterday,” Then — in a plot twist no one sees coming — I go to my actual full-time professional job. But also with love. Because I can’t take the diabetes a...