Maybe it’s just me… But there are times when at the end of the day, a carpet (carpet means crappy apparently in iPhone speak) day, that you decide to treat yourself. And again, maybe it’s just me but the fitbit wasn’t charged, and realizing talking to the therapist really doesn’t make a damn thing better and you’ve been hungry for hours and just want to eat. And as you wait for your food, you realize you are going low BUT if you treat you will ruin the meal and you aren’t QUITE low yet… But it’s on the horizon and timing may be tight. So the food arrives and you devour the carbs first and savor the veggies and proteins second. And that memory thing happens. You don’t need to bolus right away, you are low and going lower and then suddenly the carbs are gone from your memory. And you end up talking to the hostess about a zillion things and that bolus… Well what bolus? And then more carbs arrive. They are a ‘gift’. And then a friend who happens to be in the neighborhood stops by and you forget to bolus again for the food you ordered and the food you didn’t (but got anyway). An hour of catching up flies by and it’s time to go home and the thirst is intense and you don’t feel quite right and you start to hunt for the Dexcom in your skirt pocket and remember you put it in your purse because your skirt pockets were too shallow. And the dread kicks in. How could it not? The tiny bit of nausea kicks in too. It’s not awful but it’s there. And after the moment of ‘WHERE IS MY DEX?” there is the moment of “this number isn’t going to be good”. As you look at the Dex screen and with the other hand scroll through to see how much bolusing you missed, it hits you. You completely and utterly fucked up. You made that horrendous mistake of forgetting. You just somehow, magically forgot that this busted pancreas is STILL busted. Almost 35 years and yes, still busted. And your external pancreas that has been pulling down your skirt all damn day with every step and keeping your outfit lopsided, you somehow forgot about. And as shirtty as you may feel and believe me, it is not a good feeling and the whole day was just one big cluster fudge… There’s just a little part of you. Not a part you ever even want to really know, but a part of you that’s a teeny bit proud because you realize that you actually totally and complete forgot that you were ever diabetic. You forgot about it all. And it may all be flooding back now and you may be up way too late dealing with corrections and you may be stressed about what this forgetting is doing to your body BUT, at some point tonight, the rest of your life was bigger and you just forgot. And as much as it feels terrible. It’s a relief to know you can forget. And then you hug your toothless dog, and think of the damage to your body and you have to drink water and wait and be disappointed in yourself, but really, you just forgot.