Excuse Me While I Bitch About My Diabetes

Or, “It Sucks To Be Me”

Robyn Sinead Sheppard

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Photo of diabetes meter and other supplies.
Photo by Mykenzie Johnson on Unsplash

Last Friday I got a letter from my insurance company informing me that because of newly-received information, they had reviewed one of my prescription claims.

“Oh, how wucking funderful!” I thought. “How much is this going to cost me?”

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Robyn Sinead Sheppard

A happily retired technical writer, I write in order to understand what I'm thinking. I'm walking wounded from the Sexual Revolution.