Frozen in time

I did it. I survived another day. 

Sometime its: 

Goddamn it, I forgot to bolus, now I need to pee and get water and oh yes, don’t forget nausea. 

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I hope you realize that it’s not sugar and “diabeetus.”

I hope you realize it’s waking up at 3AM, shaking and dizzy and using all of your energy to find your blood sugar kit, and then more to find something to treat the low.

I hope you realize that it’s little black bumps on your fingertips from countless blood sugar checks.

I hope you realize that it’s scarring on your stomach, arms, and legs from injections and insulin pump sites.

I hope you realize it’s not being able to just eat anything when your friends do without worrying about a major blood sugar spike.

I hope you realize it’s getting unwanted attention in school when you do a blood sugar check or one of your devices beeps.

I hope you realize that it’s trying to stay in the best shape possible, and still hearing all of the fat and eating jokes.

I hope you realize that we’ve been hearing these jokes all our lives, and we’re going to be hearing them until the end.

I hope you realize that these jokes aren’t cool or funny.