Okay, I like this and should remind myself to read it more often. Maybe even send myself this post occasionally? This Swami was full of great wisdom nuggets (Google him).
“Self-acceptance comes from meeting life’s challenges vigorously. Don’t numb yourself to your trials and difficulties, nor build mental walls to exclude pain from your life. You will find peace not by trying to escape your problems, but by confronting them courageously. You will peace not in denial, but in victory.”
Memorial Day Weekend and I did what most New Yorkers do (Ok that’s not true. I did NOT go to the Hamptons). I did however enjoy time with friends who happen to have outdoor space (yep, a rooftop get together). Gorgeous right?
I wore a strapless sundress and just inserted my first (drum roll please) unassisted (more drum rolling) Dexcom site in my arm earlier in the morning (woo hoo *Victory Dance*).
Friends arrived at the rooftop festivities with their 2 1/2 year old, Lady B. I joke that Lady B is smarter than I am. The joke is that I’m not joking. This kid quite possibly (possibly = definitely) has a better vocabulary than I do and is so bright that I am considering hiring her to work in my office and run my finances. Anyway, when it became too dark to sit on the roof, we went to my friend’s apartment where Lady B and I sat next to each other on the sofa. We started playing what I would like to call, “Riding A NYC Bus” (lots of colliding into each other). Quickly it was determined that said friend’s loft steps were the “bus stop” and the sofa was the bus. When we sat on the steps we were squished (the steps are narrow, or I have a big butt, or something like that, shhh no judgements), and my Dexcom sensor was right in Lady B’s face every time she spoke to me. I kept her jabbering, not sure how to explain my arm if she asked (I have limited knowledge on 2 year olds. That is also true for 1 and 3 years olds). Lady B and I ran around the coffee table and back to the bus stop. I felt a tiny little hand cup right over the Dex sensor and Lady B leaned up and asked what was on my arm. I stammered and started to explain that my body doesn’t always work correctly and this helps me know how to make it better. She kept patting the sensor, with the gentlest touch, so cautious. Her Dad started explaining it is medicine. She kept smiling, staring at the Dexcom sensor, so I told her it helps me stay healthy and strong so I can play with her. Apparently that was all she needed to know because she pulled her hand away and told me it was time to get on the bus.
The bus game continued (its Manhattan on a holiday weekend, lots of transfers) and my Dexcom sensor became the hot topic (what else are you going to talk about while waiting for the bus right?). When Lady B realized a sticker held the Dexcom on my arm her eyes were as wide as saucers and her whole face lit up. She kept patting my arm and telling me how much she likes “this” (The Dexcom). I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. I’ve had my fair share of frowning looks and stares from strangers in the last few weeks. The weather is warm and I own far more sleeveless items of clothing than I ever realized. When asked, I explain to strangers that I’m diabetic and and quickly explain “it” tracks my blood sugar levels. Depending on the person’s reaction I might say something like I’m under house arrest OR I’m in the Witness Relocation Program and add a giggle, but there I was, playing crazy bus ride, with a little girl who wanted to talk stickers and for some reason, kept nodding her head and saying, “I like this”.