pointman11

and the adventure ends. I am humbled to say that I fly home June 20th because of my health. The diabetes has not gotten better, but only worse. I was holding out that I could have found a doctor here and found treatment, but alas no. Lackof a job means that my visa would not be approved, lack of basic conversational german skills prevents me from getting a job. I feel like I failed. I feel like my body hates me, I feel like I am going to go home and will just pick up in the same rut that I had hoped to change here. But the worst feeling is that people whom I had know may look on me with pity and I hate that. I hate when I explain that I have diabetes, that everyones first reaction is "Oh, I am so sorry". Its not live I have been given a death sentance, just the opposite. But right now my body is fighting me, and I need to go home. I now weigh the same I did in high school. Around 155. To put in perspective, I weighed 203 January 1st, and weighed 168 when I arrived 6 weeks ago. I look at my reflection now and I swear I dont recognise me. I hope I am making the right move and in time.