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<\/a><\/p>\nI 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*).<\/p>\n
Friends arrived at the rooftop festivities with their 2 1\/2 year old, Lady B. \u00a0I joke that Lady B is smarter than I am. \u00a0The joke is that I’m not joking. \u00a0This 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. \u00a0Anyway, 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. \u00a0We started playing what I would like to call, “Riding A NYC Bus” (lots of colliding into each other). \u00a0Quickly it was determined that said friend’s loft steps were the “bus stop” and the sofa was the bus. \u00a0When 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. \u00a0I 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). \u00a0Lady B and I ran around the coffee table and back to the bus stop. \u00a0I felt a tiny little hand cup right over the Dex sensor and Lady B leaned up and asked what was on my arm. \u00a0I stammered and started to explain that my body doesn’t always work correctly and this helps me know how to make it better. \u00a0She kept patting the sensor, with the gentlest touch, so cautious. \u00a0Her Dad started explaining it is medicine. \u00a0She kept smiling, staring at the Dexcom sensor, so I told her it helps me stay healthy and strong so I can play with her. \u00a0Apparently that was all she needed to know because she pulled her hand away and told me it was time to get on the bus.<\/p>\n 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?). \u00a0When Lady B realized a sticker held the Dexcom on my arm her eyes were as wide as saucers and her whole face lit up. \u00a0She kept patting my arm and telling me how much she likes “this” (The Dexcom). \u00a0I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. \u00a0I’ve had my fair share of frowning looks and stares from strangers in the last few weeks. \u00a0The weather is warm and I own far more sleeveless items of clothing than I ever realized. \u00a0When asked, I explain to strangers that I’m diabetic and and quickly explain “it” tracks my blood sugar levels. \u00a0Depending 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”.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Memorial Day Weekend and I did what most New Yorkers do (Ok that’s not true. \u00a0I did NOT go to the Hamptons). \u00a0I did however enjoy time with friends who happen to have outdoor space (yep, a rooftop get together). … Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n