Diabetic Cyborg Life 8/26: And Then I Rise

Me right after my I walked out of the job. You can see the lines on my face from the mask I wore all day. (Photo by me)

This is what a failure of a teacher looks like. I cannot teach or work a full-time job with a progressively failing central nervous system. Simple as science and the rising of the sun every day.

Wanting to be okay and able to work and sustain life one thing but having autoimmune disease that is failing as I write this is a finite thing. What the limit of my life is unknown, yet I do know…