Sort of ironic...
Yesterday, on Valentines Day -- the day famous for giving chocolates and candies -- I went to the doctor and found out I'm diabetic.
I sort of suspected it for a while, but ignored it. As long as I wasn't officially diagnosed with it, I could pretend nothing was wrong. Perhaps my nearly constant fatigue, aches and moodiness will be helped with it being treated. Today I picked up my diabetes stuff from Walgreens -- medication to help control blood sugar and a blood sugar monitor. I need to learn how to use the monitor.
Diabetes runs in my mother's side of the family. She isn't diabetic, but one of her brothers was and her younger sister is. I should have taken better care of myself, knowing that I had a genetic predisposition to diabetes. Now I have an urgent reason to make myself eat better and get some exercise, so maybe this is for the best.

Take good care of yourself.