Earlier this week, I was sick again. A very clingy cold with high snot-producing capability and lethargy like whoa took up residence in my face and chest, and my blood sugars did not respond kindly.

As a result, I spent the better part of six hours between 260 – 330 mg/dL on Tuesday.

Being high like does not feel good. My eyeballs felt like they were sticky in my head; when I blinked, my eyelids were windshield wipers, scraping off the caked on sticky sugar. My legs and arms had trouble responding to my requests for movement, on a three second delay. I brushed my teeth at least six times because the teeth sweaters of high blood sugar were in full effect. Everything ached just enough. It was like a flu only with a side of extreme thirst and frequent urination and a thought pattern of “how much of this can my body stand?” underlining everything.

But eventually, the insulin did its thing and I was back in range. 106 mg/dL felt low after a day of being so high. My body was exceedingly grateful and reluctant to revisit such staggeringly out of range numbers. Insulin is powerful. And imagining life without it causes instant panic because even a few hours spent hyperglycemic is painful.

Which brings me to today. Today is February 1, and the beginning of the annual Spare a Rose campaign.

Spare a Rose was started several years ago by the diabetes online community, and the campaign is simple: instead of sending a dozen roses on Valentine’s Day, send eleven roses and take the value of that one, spare rose and donate it to Life for a Child.

You can help provide insulin for a child with type 1 diabetes in a developing country. You can keep them from feeling the awful effects of high blood sugar. You can make a difference.

Flowers die. Children shouldn’t. If you have the resources to make a donation to Spare a Rose or share the donation link, please do. And thank you for caring about this issue both at home and across the globe.