I Wanna Be a Medalist.
Last night was a thrashfest of grossly high blood sugars. I somehow cleanly disconnected my pump site while I was sleeping, having the high alarms from the Dexcom going off all night and then the low cartridge alarm going off this morning and ended up swapping out my pump early this morning after taking an injection ... blargh - it was a diabetes clustereff. I woke up feeling mad at diabetes.
But then I remembered that even though one night is crap, there's still today. I can still do this. And you can do this.
I want to be a Joslin medalist. (And in my head, when I say that, the words smush together: "I wannabe a Joslin med'ist.") And sometimes after a really crummy night with diabetes nonsense, I think of those people who have been living with type 1 diabetes for fifty or more years, and I'm inspired - again - to keep moving forward.