And I know it's not just us. I have a friend who was on his last 30units of his insulin and he couldn't get more...his endo wouldn't write the script because he hadn't been in recently. The doc wouldn't write a script for medicine that keeps this person alive until he made an office visit. Thirty units doesn't even last a day. Let that sink in for a minute. Or google Kevin Houdeshell. This is real life here. Life and death. And choices.
SugarBear seems to like to run his BG a bit higher. I think he is afraid of lows. Drago doesn't like to check his. I think he doesn't want to have the responsibility of the choice a number will dictate. And Cro wrangles with going out and having to publicly take care of his disease. He doesn't want to be judged. I'm tethered to these boats but they are not mine. These are just my thoughts and perceptions. Everyone has there own perspective. We're all in the storm. My heart belongs to my family and our own boats but I don't have all their struggles. I can only surmise their challenges. And I get reminded often that I don't truly know how they feel. I don't have Type 1.
Out here it doesn't have to be lonely. We can gather all our boats together and face the tumult. We can work towards that normalcy but pencil things in because you never know when a wave will crash over you. But you have to stay afloat. Together.