Roller Coaster

The week's off to an unpleasant start. My morning blood glucose test read a terrifying 27; I was shaking, so I drank my emergency box of grape juice and got ready for work. When I got here I tested with my other meter... and it read 166. With a reading like that, I don't even dare have my usual oatmeal breakfast for fear it will spike over 200. *sigh* I'm guessing there's either something wrong with the meter I keep upstairs, or with the strip.

The games Saturday were fine -- the players were wonderful and I enjoyed running them... but yeah, they didn't have any difficulty seeing how bitter I am, even though they had fun. I drank myself to sleep Saturday night, and there really isn't much improvement in the whole depression situation.

Job fair tomorrow afternoon -- somehow I need to manage to pretend that I'm confident and competent long enough to get a permanent job.