One big change diabetes has wrought in my life - you know, aside from the background retinopathy, the little dotty pump scars on my belly, and a crazy ability to guess carb counts - is a totally skewed perception about what is acceptable disease management behavior.
In high school, I lied about blood sugars to get out of gym class. I've opened candies in theaters well after the "Please unwrap your lozenges now" warning. I lick blood from my fingers with nary a thought about how incredibly creepy that must seem to an outside observer.
But today? Today, B and I inserted a new Dexcom sensor on my back while we were waiting on the R train platform.
|I whipped up my coat and my shirt for all the world to see|