Does anyone else feel weird when their insulin pump or diabetes stuff goes out of peripheral view?
As much as I occasionally want to throw it out of the window (and not because it really doesn’t fit the aesthetics of this delightful looking table), I’ve become so attached to this weird box of pancreas-functioning buttons that I don’t feel right when I don’t know where it is. Mostly because I never go too long without putting it to use, such is life with type 1 diabetes.
This is both hugely comforting, as it really is bloody cool to have such a wildly unassuming little thing aid me so much in the daily work of keeping myself alive, and absolutely bloody terrifying – because there is nothing else in my life that I’m so completely dependant on or at the mercy of, and see above: this wildly unassuming little thing is KEEPING ME ALIVE. Anyone else?
I’m about to put mine to work as I dive into this perfect and delicious Sunday scene, cosily wrapped in a scarf freshly retrieved from the back of the wardrobe. Autumn mode: activated.
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