Bonus-Diabetic

Where were you 20 years ago? I was sitting on a cold blue chair in the Children's Hospital Lab waiting for the funniest, tall, black man with glasses to make my first poke, on my journey of pokes, seemingly painless. (If you know him let him know I still remember this night like it was yesterday). It was a night that would change my life forever. Over 20 years there have been the good, the bad and the ugly days. If you knew me as a toddler you know that I could throw a mean temper tantrum now imagine you've been diagnosed with a chronic illness that not a single person in your family has. Let's just say my parents are incredible humans. They were and still are an amazing support system and I firmly believe one of the reasons I am "such a good diabetic" is because they taught me the ropes and pushed me to stay on track. Ask them how easy those conversations were especially in high school.... I still have vivid memories of the noise the vials (NPH/ Humalog) made a...

        Well I finally decided to give this blogging thing a try. I'd like to add some notes before I get started. 1. I do not consider any information that I will share medical advice. 2. I am doing this so that I can educate people and give people the opportunity to see life through my eyes as a Type 1 diabetic. 3. I am a diabetic but that does not mean that I allow diabetes to define me (some diabetics will only refer to themselves as a person with diabetes, I am not one of those people). 4. If you have feedback, I'd love to hear it....privately. 5. English was never my strong class in school. I am a science and math gal through and through.So if my punctuation is off I'm sorry but I'm not sorry. Alright, here goes nothing. I wasn't sure what to start with but this comment has been playing around in my head for quite sometime so here it goes. "I hope that Lorenzo (my son) doesn't ever have to deal with that (meaning my diabetes)." Yes, ...