1 Drop at a Time

Soon, we will be traveling back to Oklahoma. 13 hours in a car with a 14 month old really isn't our idea of a good time, so we opted to fly. Cue some anxiety. Part of me wants to keep my blood sugar close to 200 so I don't have to worry about dropping, as we trek our way through the massive Atlanta Airport. However, I know this is a silly notion because I am prepared. Anywhere I go, I have my little diabetes bag with me. If I forget it, it doesn't matter how far from home I am, I'm going back to get it. I gifted myself a new bag for my 6 Month Diaversay. The contents are all vital for my sanity and management of T1D. This is what it holds:  -My trusty glucometer  -Lancets/testing strips   -Alcohol Swabs  -Starburst  -Glucose Tablets  -Protein Bar  -Glucagon Pen  -Lip Gloss -Listerine Strips (gotta have fresh breath) -Insulin Pen in case my pump fails  These are my safety nets. They stay by my bed at night and follow me on walks and to work.

Valentine's Day is quickly approaching and wouldn't it be so fitting that February 14th happens to be Valentine's Day and 6 years since Osman proposed? Look, back in the day, we were the royals of cheesy. When I read our post from 10 years ago, on Facebook's "On this Day," it makes me gag a little. I apologize for all the "sparking", as my dad so rightfully coined it, that occurred for all our friends to see on Facebook. AND February 14 is my 6 month Diaversary. As I sit and reflect on these past months, I am struck with how different I am, and how totally not okay I was with the thought of changing, but now, that is a different story. When I was officially diagnosed, I asked the question, "does diabetes define me?" The answer today is no, but it is a part of me. In August, diabetes was my worst enemy. I wanted more than anything to hate diabetes with my entire being. However, in this moment, diabetes is my friend. I decided we are stuc