Our eyes met
Arden and I were in a restaurant recently, after we sat down I accessed her carb needs and gave her a bolus with her PDM. I was about to begin eating when I saw that the family next to us was doing a blood glucose check one of their children. Though we don’t pay attention, I’ve long assumed that people see us with Arden and watch. I don’t mind, I don’t even blame them. I’ve always just thought that it must be captivating if you aren't accustom to seeing the process. I couldn’t believe it when I found myself transfixed on the little boy’s BG check. Caught up in the moment, (seeing what pump they had, lance device and so on) I held my stare a bit too long and the boy’s father looked up, our eyes met. I felt horrible that he may think that I as judging his situation, so without missing a beat I picked up Arden’s MultiClix lancet (the same one he was using) and showed it to him.
He nodded and then looked at Arden with a sadness that could only be realized by another type I parent. We spoke throughout the meal about insulin pumps and other type I topics... it was nice. If that family is out there, I want to thank them for the few moments of normalcy that our exchange provided me and I hope that you got a similar feeling.
Good luck Max, be healthy!
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It was such a good moment. We spend a lot of time feeling singled out, stared at, like a needle-wielding weirdo, that we tend to get defensive, and when we find another diabetic out there (or, I would expect, another parent of a diabetic) it's hard to not tell each other all of our stories in one breath.