A few weeks ago, we were in Venice and I almost walked right into the canal because I saw a lady with an insulin pump on her waist and a CGM sensor on her arm, speaking Italian to the shopkeeper and casually wearing her pancreas on her hip.
The flurried rush of emotions – excitement, understanding, the urge to shout “one of us!” – flooded me. I grabbed my husband’s arm and said, “Hey DID YOU SEE HER PUMP?!” and he was all, “No, where?” and I pointed my finger while trying to make it look like I was itching my nose.
And my daughter said, “Yeah mom, I saw her! And her pump! Do you know her? Don’t you all know each other?”
(You know, I wish we did.)
And even though we don’t all know one another yet, we can contribute to the growth and collective power of our diabetes community by participating in Diabetes Blog Week. Sign-up details are on Karen’s blog – this is the 8th year! – and topics will be provided throughout the week. And if you’re not into running a blog, you’re welcome to guest post here on some of the topics, if you’d like. (Email me! kerri (at) sixuntilme (dot) com. ) Also, you can shape-shift the topics to fit into 140 characters on Twitter, or through Instagram, or other social sharing platforms. Don’t let the “blog” in blog week keep you from sharing your story. All voices are welcomed!
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“Miss! Your tail!” the lady behind me called out, touching my elbow.
I looked behind me and sure enough, my insulin pump tubing – my tail – had come loose from underneath my shirt and wrapped itself around the metal shelving at CVS. I was two steps away from pulling out my site, three steps away from jacking up the shelf of Maybelline cosmetics.
“Thank you!” I said, walking back quickly and disengaging my tubing from the shelf, not before knocking over a display of wide-eyed Beanie Boos.
Awkwardness. Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s diabetes.
Wild Kratts have invaded my house in a big way. It’s okay, because Birdy loves watching them and she learns all this random stuff about animals. (“MOM! The lion’s mane is the same color as the savannah grass,” yelled from her car seat as we’re driving. So I’m learning too, apparently.) She dons her version of a creature power suit and goes leaping all over the basement, pretending to be a lemur or some other critter.
“MOM!! He has a Dexcom!!” she said one morning.
“What’s that?” I asked her, coming over and sitting next to her while she’s watching television.
“Look!” and she points to the screen.
Sure enough, the wrist communicator that the Wild Kratts use to talk to their team back at the Tortuga looks almost exactly like my Dexcom receiver. (Please forgive me, because that whole sentence made complete and absolute sense to me.) See for yourself:
“You’re right, kiddo! That looks a lot like my Dexcom!”
“Yeah, but they use theirs not to keep an eye out for whoa blood sugars but to talk to Aviva.”
“Aviva. She helps the Wild Kratts by building their creature power suits.”
And here I thought Aviva was a glucose meter from Roche.