Vicious circle

I pack and unpack.
My sleepover bag and the one of the boys.
Kenji's hospital bag.
We are all home again.

I stock and reorganise.
The kitchen cabinet gets refilled with another two bags of medications.
The utility room now stores 90 bottles of additional feeding.
The linen cupboard had to be set up as medical area as well, for insulin syringes and a glucose meter.

Kenji returned home with steroid-induced diabetes. A kind of diabetes where oral meds won't do the trick and insulin shots are his only option. The vicious circle he is in, is staggering: the additional feeding is highly necessary but contains loads of bad sugars, which in turn demands a lot of insulin during the day.

I wish I could pass on every sugarfree crumb of 'ease' to him.