CWD: Catching Up.
With early morning "fun runs" (note: fun never equals run, as far as I'm concerned), non-stop Friends for Life sessions, business meetings, excessive drinking of both the Diet Coke and perhaps a shot of Patron or two (don't judge - humans attend Friends for Life, too, you know), and a severe lack of WiFi in the Coronado Springs Resort down at Disney World, blogging was hard last week.
Actually, I barely acknowledged the Internet last week. Once I was back in my hotel room each night, I face-planted into bed instead of doing some writing. But it was amazing to be so present at this year's Friends for Life conference, instead of concentrating on emails and other online messes. This conference was emotionally exhausting in the most beautiful way, and has completely and utterly revived my diabetes management. (FFL : diabetes defibrillator as fun : not running?) I've reconnected with some of my favorite diabetes family members, and met some new ones I have been itching to hug in person for months now. So much to think about, so much to say, and so, so much coffee is needed to process this stuff.
The words are still queuing up in my head, but today is a travel day, so I'm still not reunited with my office. However, while my blog collected a little dust last week, thankfully my camera did not.
Scott, Kerri, and George. [Insert name of the conference here.]
Me with Peter Nerothin of Insulindependence. His organization is one I'm looking forward to sharing more details about here. He's a brilliant guy with some seriously fashionable pants.
Sara(aah) and I thought we would wait until we were both completely exhausted and totally beat down to take a photo together. :) But we DID it!
Meeting Jacquie from Typical Type 1 was a huge highlight for many reasons, but once I realized we shared a common sense of fashion, it was total game on. (Ann Taylor Loft skirts for the frickin' win.)
As a person whose pots and pans are most often clean and covered in a thin layer of dust, meeting Chef Sam Talbot was mostly exciting because he's tall, has type 1 diabetes, and enjoys a good cuss now and again. While I plan to purchase his cookbook, I am terrified to attempt the recipes and will most likely notify the fire station when I crack the spine of that book. But PWD FTW once again. :)
I miss my PWD friends. And I can't wait for next year's conference.