Sometimes the price of a good day is needing a recovery day

The Price of a Good Day

One thing I have learned about Type 1 diabetes is that sometimes a good day comes with a bill. Not always. But often enough.

My granddaughter spent the night with me recently. We went to a thrift store, made an Amazon return, ate lunch at Subway (one of the carry-overs from when she was little), wandered through Target, and laughed our way through a photo scavenger hunt.

It was a wonderful day. It was also a lot. By the time we reached the Starbucks area inside Target, I was running on fumes. My neck and shoulder were aching, my eyes wanted to close, and I could have fallen asleep sitting in the chair.

When we got home, I ate dinner and crawled into bed at 6:30. I slept. And slept. And slept some more. Years ago, I might have looked at that and thought something was wrong. Now I see it differently.

Sometimes the price of a good day is needing a recovery day.

That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have gone. It doesn’t mean I failed. It doesn’t mean diabetes won. It simply means I spent some energy I didn’t have in reserve. So I paid the bill. I slept. I rested. I got back up.

And if you ask me whether the day was worth it?

Absolutely.