What is die-a-beeeet-es? What are all these little toys she plays with? Test strips are fun to chew on. What is that beeper thing? I see the delicious wires poking from the top of her sweatpants before bed. And I love those fun little plastic caps. I steal them off the dresser and hide them underneath her desk. Sometimes she mutters, “I…
“All work and no play makes Kerri … need a vacation.” There’s been a lot of work going on lately. The constant flurry of activity in my office, the fun of the ol’ blogosphere, and assorted other writing adventures. While I enjoy everything that I’m involved in, I do find myself altogether way too close to a computer all the time. I understand HTML…
It was strange to see those hands, the ones that hold mine and write screenplays and play guitar, pulling the bright orange cap off of a syringe. “The plunger one first, then the cap,” he murmured to himself, exposing the tiny needle. “Pull back to get some air and then inject it into the bottle, to keep it pressurized.” I…
Sometimes I examine the minutiae of a moment until an ache forms in both my head and my heart. Waking up in the morning has my hand lazily grazing the black zipper case of my kit instinctively, making sure the second thing I do is test, only after upsetting the cat from sleeping on my head. Disconnect the pump and…
I had asked my mom to put together her first “cameo post” for Six Until Me. There are countless blogs written by the parents of diabetic children that my mother reads now, even though I’m an adult and living under my own care. Had the blogging outlet been an option when I was diagnosed, I’m certain she would have been…