Life, eh?

I'm exhausted - don't know why - and over the last three days have given myself two hypos, both times by misjudging my insulin. Grump. That gives me feelings of darkest dread, which is very strange. The first time it happened I thought it was a mental health issue, but one of my FB friends suggested low blood sugar, and she was right.

Smokey is well, last week she worried me a bit because she wasn't hungry and had trouble getting down off her cat tower, but she seems much better now. I don't think I could bear it if anything happened to her, she's my rock.