There are some mistakes I’ve finally learned to avoid after all this time with type 1 diabetes. Like assuming that the soda served is diet. I can say “diet,” the server can nod and confirm “diet,” but sometimes the soda arrives all bubbly and lovely and tasting off enough so…
THANKFUL! I am it.
“This device does not support your musical choices, or your life choices; therefore this hardware cannot connect to this device” was the error message on my car’s screen. Maybe not exactly that wording, but close enough. And it happened a few times sporadically until it started happening every time I…
Every few weeks, I get a letter from my endocrinologist’s office stating that my appointment has been cancelled and needs to be rescheduled. The last time I saw my endo was January 2025. It was supposed to be April, then rescheduled to July, then September, then January of next year,…
The wheeze-slosh-wheeze-slosh of modern medicine When I first walked in, the machine was making these wet, washing machine sounds, the wheeze-slosh-wheeze-slosh sounds of modern medicine. “Whoa. It sounds like a breast pump,” I said, pulling the hospital gown away from my arm, where the infusion set for my insulin pump was still…
“Mom. She’s got a Dexcom,” my big kid said, tilting her head in the direction of two women in beach chairs to our left. “The one with the white hat on.” And sure enough, the older woman with the white hat and big, teardrop pearl earrings in her ears was…
And this is a subtitle that’s not well-thought out. Back in my blogging days, when I wrote on Six Until Me, the posts were almost entirely diabetes-centric. And at the time, that theme made so much sense because I wasn’t sharing any of my diabetes thoughts with my family and…
All dolled up with diabetes. Stacey McGill was really important to me. She wasn’t a real person, though. One hundred percent made up, disease-introduction inspired by two of the author’s friends. Stacey was a member of fictional and wildly popular Baby-Sitter’s Club from the books by Ann M. Martin. Good…
I hate coloring my hair; it’s expensive, takes up a pile of time, and needs repeating a few weeks later. I hate not coloring my hair because it’s beginning to turn gray. I kind of want it to turn into snakes so it has some purpose other than to irritate me. I…
Putting my teeth in to gum down a banana … it will make sense by the end of this essay. A few weeks ago, I put a new infusion set into the back of my hip. The site location was a departure from my preferred back-of-the-arm location as I need…
