Sometimes I try to imagine what my life would be like sans-D.
I wake up in the morning, climb out of bed without grabbing around for my pump or CGM and I clamber to the bathroom, strip down and get into the shower without disconnecting anything. Then I lather up without regard to any adhesives or plastic extensions to my body.
At breakfast I eat. That’s it. I eat. Whatever the hell I want. No measuring. No counting. No poking. Just eating.
I get dressed in pocketless pants and grab my tiny purse and head out the door.
I walk, run, sit, eat, and play without any regard to the concentration of sugar in my blood. I eat purely for the pleasure of it, or because I’m simply famished. And I have seconds of dessert.
The only vibrations or beeps coming out of my pockets are the direct result of people trying to contact me on my cell phone. AND I can turn them off altogether in movie theaters, during meetings, and whenever I’d rather not be bothered.
And I say, “Yes, I’ll gladly accept your offer to work at —– where I have no access to reasonably priced insurance but will be obscenely happy that I get to do the perfect job.”
Wouldn’t it be nice?