Eight Years Of Blogging.

The day-to-day physicality of diabetes isn't what gets me down.  I can test my blood sugar without wincing, or change my infusion set without minding the pinch.  A new Dexcom sensor stings for a second, but then just blends into the background.  It's the day-to-day head game of diabetes that messes with me.  It's doing everything "right" and still having an unexplainable high blood sugar.  It's doing everything "wrong" and ending up at a mysterious 112 mg/dL.  It's worrying about complications that haven't yet come to pass.  It's gracefully dealing with the ones that have.  It's preparing for the worst and hoping for the best.  It's the complicated relationship with food, numbers, hardware … and with mortality.  Having my emotional health intact is what best equips me to handle the physical demands, in all their chaotic capacities.I didn't realize how alone I felt until I was so far from Clara Barton Camp that I was too old to be a Couselor-in-Training.  It wasn't until I realized the only other diabetics I knew were ones I sat next to in the Joslin waiting room, and I always wanted to lean over and say hi but I was too nervous they'd think I was weird.  (They might be right, but that's neither here nor there.)  Despite the support of my family, and my friends, there was still an ache to find other people who didn't need diabetes explained to them, but who just understood without effor...
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