My endocrinologist recently remarked that it's ironic that I'm on medication for anxiety while I spend large portion of my life on a stage, as a performing musician. As if, for anyone, a performance automatically induces anxiety. As if it couldn't do something for me. As if it couldn't numb me while simultaneously ripping me open and letting me out.
I could succumb to diabetes and be a mindless pincushion of needles and fingers dripping blood and infected pump sites dotted on my legs…Continue
On Saturday December 11, I quietly celebrated my 2nd anniversary with diabetes.
I can honestly say that through all the lows and the highs, the broken QuickSets and malfunctioning insulin pumps, the nights where I couldn't sleep because of my fear of going low, the evil pump sites that suck blood and more, it's worth it. The people I've met, the outlook I have on life and the experiences I've had are all because of diabetes. Sure, sometimes it's hard to see it that way, when…Continue