This is one of those blog posts where I have no idea if anyone else will be interested, but it’s something I felt like talking about.
I’ve mentioned before that I’ve been diabetic (type 1) for a little over ten years. My father was diagnosed with the same thing back when I was born, so in a way, I’ve been living with this thing for my whole life.
What fascinated me when I was diagnosed was how much I had never noticed before. I knew in a vague way what diabetes was and how it could affect you. I knew about keeping insulin in the fridge and daily shots and blood sugar checks and your spouse shoving Peppermint Patties into your mouth at two in the morning because you miscalculated the dosage for lasagna.
But I didn’t notice the smaller things.
( Read the rest of this entry » )Mirrored from Jim C. Hines.