First a little update: As of 7/21 I was reunited with Dexcom and had planned to write a long Ode-to-Dexcom post but, alas, life had other plans. Dex and I are living together quite happily now and I have forgiven him for his crazy, suicidal escapades.
In other news, I continue to be bad at updating this blog.
And to the point: How awful is it to have a disease with “die” in the name? Seriously, who came up with that bright idea? Especially since diabetes doesn’t have to be a death sentence. In fact, this day and age, with all of the modern technology available, it should really be called live-abetes.
Normally I think of the word diabetes as just another word; only one that applies to me more than most. But in just the right context I really HATE that word. I hate having a disease looming over my every thought and action. I hate having to think about every bit of food or tiny bit of exercise. I hate having my pocket space constantly taken by my pump and CGM and leaving nowhere to put my cell phone.
But being a diabetic just isn’t that bad. I may be hooked up to multiple pieces of medical equipment, but I always have the time. And I may have to go to the doctor on a regular basis, but at least I understand what it means to be “healthy” and I don’t fear the doctor’s office the way many of my non-D friends seem to. And, although it isn’t always my favorite topic to talk about, I have been able to connect to people that I may never otherwise have known (which is a big deal when you move to a new city where school no longer exists as kindling to start friendships). D sucks but I can certainly live with it.