I haven’t really talked about it in a while. So some of you might have been under the impression that it had gone away. “Oh, he was miragically cured.” But nope, I just haven’t been talking about it, but there is one aspect that I felt like writing about.
Most of the time I don’t even think about having diabetes. I test my blood sugar. I take insulin after I eat. I change my pump stuff. It has become “normal”. But then sometimes I will be walking down the hall, and I’ll look down at my insulin pump, and just not even believe that all of this is my life. It doesn’t seem like this should be me. It isn’t real.
I don’t know if that will ever change. I don’t know if it’ll ever be real. I guess I would have thought that after a year and a half it would have sunk in that I have this disease, but I don’t. And that is really weird.