And when she asked me how I'm spending my time these days, I ended my sentence with, "...and I started a diabetes blog a few months ago, so that's been pretty fun."
Reflexively, she responded, "That's cool." A few seconds went by, before she paused, a lock of my hair in her hand as she met my eyes in the mirror. "... wait. You have diabetes?"
"Yep, I do. Type 1. I wear the insulin pump and everything. You never noticed?"
"Really? Oh, wow, I guess not. Huh."
And then we moved on to New Year's plans.
Even though I'm glad to talk about diabetes to anyone, I took some joy in the fact that I had passed for a "normal person" with her for the last 5 or so years. It also got me wondering how many others in that outer circle of familiarity have me mistaken in the same way. I think I count that as a victory - I'm a person, first. And oh, by the way, I also have diabetes. And fabulous hair.
Who the hell wants to be normal???ReplyDelete
Girlfriend, work your fabulous hair and get on with your bad diabetes self!
That is nice. Diabetes is not Who you are it is just a part of it.ReplyDelete
The hair though is ALL YOU! WORK IT!!!
Sometimes, those are great times when the whole D world doesn't ever or hardly comes up. The hair, though, live it up! Now that can be defining!ReplyDelete