There's always an element of luck.
It's almost 2am and I can't go to sleep until 2.15am at the earliest, because I'm having yet another diabetic hypo. I need to test and make sure it's at a safe level for me to go to sleep, or else it will simply drop again meaning broken sleep at best or a coma at worst. For most of the evening, I was vomiting and on the cusp of passing out due to my period, which isn't helping.
I'll leave home at 7.30am to allow half an hour contingency time to get to where I need to be, but that simply may not be enough time if I have another hypo that takes 45 minutes before I can get my sugar to raise, or if I have to get off the packed train and sit on a bench for a bit because otherwise I'll pass out. Hopefully, I'll be lucky and still be on time. If all goes without a hitch, plenty of time to get a coffee and relax and ease into my day.
But that's luck.
It's luck that I'll get out the door in the morning at all, because if I'm as unwell as I was this evening it won't be safe for me to leave the house.
I'll get up at 6am, because I need time to sort out blood sugars, and eat, and deal with the flare of IBS that comes with my period. No doubt some smart alec will be of the opinion I should leave earlier, but that's not really sustainable when you have disabilities that mean this is simply how your life is. Day in, day out. I do need to sleep, I have chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia made worse by broken nights.
I give such a detailed breakdown because I feel that a few posters airily wave away this idea of luck having anything to do with it, and don't realise their good luck in not having to juggle health conditions with multiple fluctuating variables in order to do something as simple like know they will definitely be able to leave the house on time.
And yes - I know I'm incredibly lucky to live in a country where we have decent healthcare and I'm exceptionally lucky to have an excellent diabetes team who cheer me on and support me as much as they can.