Oxnard--I hit another good and lousy anniversary this week, as I passed my 35th anniversary of being diagnosed as a Type 1 Diabetic on April 8.
WHEN I was diagnosed, the doctor told me I’d live for about 25 years, so I guess I’m beating the odds.
Like any typical Type 1 Diabetic, I spend my days balancing food, exercise, and taking insulin, with the hope that my blood sugar does not go too high or too low.
It’s a pain in the rear, but you adjust and move on, and I try to learn from each mistake. That means stopping at the local convenience store for a big snack is off the table unless I can access my insulin. It requires some mental discipline, but that’s my life.
I worked with a Type 1 Diabetic during my country adventure, and on his birthday, the staff bought him a whole platter of chocolate cupcakes, and he invited me to help him polish them off. I suggested having something else, or at least having only one, and taking a boatload of insulin. He scoffed at me, and you can imagine my lack of surprise when he told me how much…
