Townie Bar Meetup.
"What are you on?"
Four sets of hands fumble for their hardware.
Me: "I'm on a 522."
Karen: "I have the other one? The bigger one? 722?"
Erin: "I've got Minimed, too."
M: "Animas ping!" (She reaches into her shirt and pulls out a pink pump.) "I bet you didn't even know it was in there."
Where does the question "What are you on?" get everyone to flash their pumps, other than at a dinner with fellow diabetics?
Last night, four of us (me, Karen, Erin, and M) met up for another Fairfield County dinner at a townie bar in western Connecticut. Despite the fact that none of us were locals, the townies in the bar accepted us and allowed us to occupy a table for two hours and chat about pumps, pregnancy, and coffee addictions. (Dear Waitress, Sorry I yelled to get your attention. I was excited. It was coffee! I'm sorry.) It's nice to hang with nice people who completely understand the need to briefly bleed before eating, and who get it when your "hose" is exposed.
It has become a comforting tradition, with the attendees fluctuating dependent on the weather, the season, people's work schedules, etc, but there's always at least a handful of us who have a few hours to spare with new friends. Note: Beware of stories taking a decidedly non-diabetes turn, i.e. storing lipgloss without pockets. ;)
Are you interested in meeting up? Are you in Fairfleld County, CT? Email me at kerri (at) sixuntilme (dot) com and we'll add you to the email list!