Without the confusing details - I gave the wrong insulin again. My heart thumped as if a train missed me by that much. As I stood in the kitchen taking deep breath‘s trying to calm down I debated waking up my husband. I didn’t want to have to tell him that I messed up. I felt so guilty. A deep burning pit running from my heart to my stomach. Like a crazy person I spoke allowed saying what would you tell Scott if he was the one that made this mistake? Would you be mad at him? Would you blame him? Of course the answer is no. Of course I am human. I made a mistake and this won’t be the last time.
However, my reaction when I make a mistake has changed everything.
Here’s to being gentler on ourselves in the new year.