I sit down at the table to eat. It’s past 1 and I’m starving. I don’t know what my glucose number is; my meter is upstairs. I take a bite. I don’t want to go up and get it. Pretty soon my lunch is gone. I left my diabetes in the other room.
I’m snuggled under a blanket. Snow is falling outside, piling high against the window. Flames flicker and dance in the fireplace as the heat warms my frozen toes. I hear a faint buzz from the other room. My CGM is telling me something: too high, too low, dropping, rising. I don’t listen. I left my diabetes in the other room.
We’re gathered around the table, 6 friends enjoying each other’s company and a delicious dinner. The waitress asks if we want dessert. A slice of giant chocolate layer cake is served with 6 forks. I take one and dig in, savoring each rich bite. Chocolate cake, chocolate frosting, raspberry sauce. I left my diabetes in the other room.
My pump lays on top of a pile of crumpled clothes. I’m untethered, liberated, disconnected. I jump into the pool. I left my diabetes in the room.
I’m in a meeting, staring at the computer projection on the screen. The words are there, but I can’t make sense of them. My head feels heavy, my hands shaky. My CGM is back at my desk. I left my diabetes in the other room.
My heart rate quickens, my hands get clammy. I can’t think straight. I’m getting dizzy.
I didn’t leave it. I can’t leave it.
It’s always here.
Every once in a while I go a few hours without thinking about diabetes and it's like a miracle. But you're right that you can't leave it in the other room for long. Very nice post.
Occasionally I ignore my diabetes too (it's so draining!) – but you're right, it's always here. Very relate-able post. Thank you.
Great post. I dont have a pump, but often am too lazy to check my levels or take my injection, or jsut simply choose to ignore it. It catches up fast though. x