What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
Ah that old mantra meant for bachelor/bachelorette parties that leave little, if any, scandalous photo evidence.
That motto serves as the unspoken pact between the group. Everyone knows that anything that happens during Vegas time is off limits.
Same goes in our JDRF #t1d adult support group. Logic would tell you it’s hard to trust a bunch of people who for some, are often strangers, but there’s something about these people that make me feel safe.
There are times where I ask myself, “Why am I here? It’s out of the way and really, I think I’m managing okay.” Sometimes I even proclaim, “Nah, I don’t need to come back”. But EVERY. SINGLE. TIME…I end up returning.
The benefits can’t be explained well, because I can’t even describe the feeling I get. It’s just comfy. And nice. And I can say whatever without explaining. And I can be totally distant and quiet, loud and angry and it doesn’t matter. There’s really no judgement.
I’m sad to hear that these types of group don’t exist everywhere. How can we change that? What is the best way to make sure that everyone is able to be part of something like this?
I love Adele. Here’s a fun twist to her hit song Hello.
Hello, it’s me
I was wondering if after all these years you’d really like to leave
and just end everything
They say that time’s supposed to heal ya
But I ain’t done much healing
Hello, can you hear me?
I’m so tired of this roller coaster and what it does to me
When I was younger and free
I didn’t know how that I was feeling freedom from type 1 diabetes
There’s such a difference in my pancreas
And a million pricks
Hello from the other side
I must have prayed a thousand times
To tell you I’m tired of all the highs and lows
But when I do all the right things, you never seem to to let go
Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I’ve tried
To do my best to try to manage this disease
But it don’t matter. It clearly doesn’t make a difference anymore.
Hello, how are you?
It’s so typical of me to put the blame on myself. I’m sorry.
Will a cure come soon?
Would you ever understand the pain and tears that have encompassed me?
And it’s no secret that the both of us
Are running out of time
So hello from the other side (other side)
I must have tested a thousand times (thousand times)
But you know that but still don’t care
And when I ask for a day off, you never seem to respond
Hello from the outside (outside)
At least I can say that I’ve tried (I’ve tried)
To tell you I’ve given my all to make sure I’m healthy
But it don’t matter. It clearly doesn’t mean anything anymore.
Equivalent: two coffees at Starbucks. Less than 2 rides on Toronto Transit.
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This past week has scared me. I think my honeymoon period is coming to an end.
After 3 years of it, I was actually getting used to how my body worked and how much insulin to take. I was FINALLY reaching what I felt was a good place.
Now, I need to take double or sometimes triple the amount I usually would. I’m getting weird spikes. I’m slowly freaking out.
What does the future look like? When do I get a pump? Will my tight control go out the window? It feels like it’s past the window and onto the other side of the street lately.
I’m scared. Really scared.
Honeymoon, I wish I would have cherished you more. You don’t know what you got till it’s gone.
My world feels like it’s being tossed up.