I feel like diabetes is my boyfriend at this point.My testing kit is always accompanying me to dinner, it tends to hangout around my pillow at night, and I can get pretty mad at what it says…Which is the same thing as a boyfriend, right?This didn’t happen often, but still enough to where I tend put lots of thought into sleeping in beds that aren’t mine.
I don’t want, “Hey, I’m Jillian, I enjoy country music and tacos, and I’m diabetic.” to be my opening line when meeting people, but I think it is important for a person you’re in a relationship with to know.
These are all questions and experiences I’m waiting to figure out, but until then, Happy Valentine’s to the single (and not) diabetics in the world.
Here I am trying to dress and act in ways that will attract my male peers, and now I have to do so while wearing a pump.
Carrying it feels like a whole grocery bag worth of stuff with me at all times.
Don’t forget to bolus for your chocolates and candy hearts!