A bittersweet dayJanuary 2, 2007 at 3:16 am | Posted in The Sweet Life | 11 Comments
All around the blogosphere, the screen is thick with year-end posts. Resolutions & predictions, predicaments & promises…
New Year’s is always kind of a mixed-up day for me. It’s a time when I often feel like I should be having a more exciting life than I have, although passing over the 3-ooooh-crap hump has diminished that feeling substantially. But what happened to the me who was going to be the life of every party and have six invitations to decide between? Ah yes, she only ever existed in my teenage fantasies.
New Year’s also marks an anniversary for me. Not the kind of anniversary that you celebrate with cake and candles.
Twenty-one years ago today I was admitted to the pediatric endocrinology unit at Mount S1nai hospital.
That New Year’s Eve was very subdued at Casa de Art’s Family. We were waiting for a bed to open up and knew that I was going into the hospital the next day, with strict orders to go the ER if anything about my condition changed. Instead of sharing sips of champagne, my parents and I huddled around the tv and watched the ball drop as I gulped diet ginger ale.
The next day, I was in the hospital, learning what it meant to be a diabetic, jabbing myself with this beauty:
I used visual read chemstrips. Apply “hanging drop” of blood. Wait 60 seconds. Wipe off blood. Wait 60 seconds more. Compare to color chart. Argue over whether that shade of beige is a 110 beige or a 140 beige. I still instinctually milk my finger for that big juicy drop even though the new meters need just a wee spot of blood (and take five seconds instead of 120).I was on NPH and regular. I ate a fruit, a milk, two breads, one fat, and one lean meat exchange for breakfast. And I memorized this:
Is it any wonder that I’m always a little relieved once we’re firmly into January?