...a cowgirl who has spent too much time in the tanning booth.
It's that glamorous and elegant time of year where I have to collect all of my pee for 24 hours into a plastic jug, and then try to discreetly transport it in a tote bag to the hospital lab while hoping no one notices the slooshing sound as I briskly walk the hallways.
Man oh man, the adventures those people without diabetes miss out on.
C'mon, kidneys! Don't let me down now!