6-10 finger-pricks per day…test strip after test strip…the occasional E3 error message from that the little thankless, blood sucking vampire glucometer that follows you EVERYWHERE…
Too often diabetes can feel like it’s all guts and and no glory. BUT THEN! For sometimes no real, medical explanation…3…2…1…100mg/dL.
We’ve all been there – waiting in line at the grocery store, sitting in a meeting at work, or in a classroom, on a bus, on a train, at a red light in the car on the way to wherever… and then BAM! 100mg/dL!
You let out your victory cry “YESSSS!!!”, “Who’s yo diabetic daddy?”, you do a little dance, you let out a roar and chest bump the next person that walks by, you let out a cute squeal of delight, you run outside and power-slide on your knees and tear off your shirt and wave it over your head, screaming your victory cry for all to hear… or maybe you just sit and smile quietly to yourself at your moment of perfection.