I started a blog post a few nights ago about evaluating pump sites. As I wrote it, some interesting things occurred with the numbers and like I am prone to do, I was off on a tangent.
I always liked math. I loved algebra and geometry. When I was a little girl I would actually dream about math problems and shapes. Later, I took my appreciation of math and interest in art as a sign to go to architecture school. Looking back, it was ridiculous that in my extremely sheltered world, I was supposed to be picking such a specific field of study and life path, at 16 years old, however at 12 years old, I knew I wanted to create.
As long as I can remember, my favorite number has been 12. I recall a teacher saying that a favorite number should be a single digit. What did she know, right? On sports teams, I always tried to get “12” on my jersey. In architecture school I always tried to group design elements in derivatives of 12. When I write any list, I will keep adding things until I get to 12. My first and last name are both 6 letters. My career started with a company that was also a 6 and 6 name. Yep, 12. My current business is two 6 and 6 names. Again, 12. Most of the time I act like I’m 12. Twelve. What can I say, I just love it.
So in my post about pump sites, I started doing the math. I took shots for 21 years (12 backwards). I have been on a pump for 12 years. I have had a Dexcom CGM for 12 months. With my warranty expiring on both my Animas PING pump and my Dexcom 7+ in the next few days, I have been filling out paperwork to get new versions of both. “12” keeps popping up all over the place. I had to ditch the pump site topic. Twelve was calling to me.
In grade school we did the project envisioning where you will be in the year 2000. I used to change that topic to the year 2012. Flying cars and my Jetsons-esque lifestyle haven’t quite happened. Diabetes hasn’t been cured. I don’t have kids. But, I’m still here to celebrate 12.12.12. That counts, I AM HERE for 12.12.12.
Happy 12.12.12 to all of you. I hope you get a chance to make it special.
Love it!
for some odd reason 12 has significance in my life too …
– I’ve always said i’d like to be 12 yeas old forever
– Whenever I used to pick a fictional date in the future, it was always something 2012 (boy was it a shock at the beginning of this year when I couldn’t do that anymore! my fictional dates all started to become real LOL)
– where people often use “1234” as a random number, I go for “1212”
Happy 12.12.12 to you too! I hope it’s special for you 🙂
Haha! Love this! And what a magical day this must have been for you! Did you see Sara got pictures of a bg test she did at 12:12 AM AND PM?
I have to admit that I’ve always hated math, and I blame diabetes for that. It forced too much math on me at an early age. Must have blown a circuit board in my brain or something.
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