Dear Type-1 Diabetes,
I know you probably won’t care, but I thought I’d tell you a little about what things have been like since I’ve learned to live without you. It’s been a long 4 years since the start of our breakup, and almost 40 since you first came into my life. I’m now starting to remember what things were like before I met you.
How Our Relationship Began
I was just 32 when I first met you. You came on to me during a trip to San Francisco, when I was staying in Bakersfield. At first you were just a slight thirst, but you quickly escalated into an almost insatiable need for more liquid. The more I drank, the more I needed, and you suddenly began consuming my body. I lost almost 15 pounds that first two weeks I knew you. And I was skinny already.
I never really knew where you came from, and I still don’t know everything about you. I was so sick with you at first that I ended up in the hospital, where they spent days figuring out that it was you. But then you suddenly become a permanent part of my life.
The First Years
We quickly settled into a pattern. I needed insulin for you in the morning, then with every meal during the day, and then once again at night. No one really knew how much insulin was needed, but I quickly found out