A couple weeks ago after basketball at the YMCA, a bunch of the guys were in the locker room talking it up. We were talking about a lot of stuff, but the conversation found its way to my diabetes. That happens fairly often, as I am very open and willing to answer questions and talk about it.
What caught me off guard was some older, non-basketball dude in the locker room, turning to me and asking “so – what’s your number?”
I paused, and my internal voice started up… “WTF dude – do I look like a Select Comfort Mattress to you?” (you know the commercials, “what’s your sleep number”?)
I paused again, and thankfully my external voice said “well just now it was 119 mg/dl”, I was about to go into how it changes all the time, etc.
But before I could he blurts out “Mine is 186″, then he gets up and leaves!
You know what? I was perfectly Ok with that.
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“Living with diabetes is like living with a tiger. If you feed it, groom it, never turn your back on it; you can live with a tiger. If you neglect it; it’ll pounce on you and rip you to shreds.”— William “Lee” Dubois
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