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I want a Diabetic Superhero. And I want to call her Betey. (Pronounced like "Betty".)
No guilt, no frustration, no sadness. No unexplained rollercoaster, no worry over complications, no mental struggles. Just a whole bunch of compassion, strength, and ass-kicking ability.
Some superheroes have a utility belt with a grappling gun, stun grenades, and smoke pellets; Betey's belt would have glucose tabs, a glucagon kit, and an insulin pen. And probably a Diet Coke. And maybe some throwing stars made out of lancets.
Her outfit would be blue, of course. Boots of steel, to protect her feet. Betey's insulin pump would double as a flamethrower. Instead of a regular bow and arrow, she would have a really, really huge crossbow, and over-sized CGM sensor needles for arrows. (The mere thought of that setup actually existing would deter me from crime all-together. Terrifying.)
I try to be more and more Betey-like every day. I try to learn from my mistakes, and not let the daily challenges of diabetes get me down. Some days are harder than others. When do I get my darn cape?
Great one, Kim! I'm happy to have my utility belt already, but like you continue waiting for my darn cape... Any. Day. Now.ReplyDelete
Dboy and RIbbon have a an extra cape here somewhere.. I think it would look amazing on you. You are a superhero. In case you needed a reminder.ReplyDelete