Somebody gave me shit.

I was in the YMCA locker room checking my blood sugar. I said “Goddamn it” and somebody thought that was funny as though I needed help. At that point, I snapped. I told her I do not need help, I said I have a disability and it is not funny. I said I do not need your pity or your condescension. She didn’t think she was being condescending. I straightened her out by informing her she was being condescending. Lol. I found my voice that day. I used it with wisdom. I wasn’t too hard on her, but she was being a royal idiot. Do I need help? Really? Fuck off .No. Note that when I’m manic, I can be really snarky. I’m a snarky bitch who has had type 1 diabetes for 26 years. Don’t fuck with the snarky bitch. I can fuck back.