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The Diabetic Truth
A place to smile when you are feeling beat.
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veggiesandmacros:

I’m tired and my hair looks like a lions mane (rawr) but this is my insulin pump. My little pancreas, outside my body. I honestly hate it sometimes, it gets caught in my bra, in my bed sheets, even on door handles (ouch) and can get ripped out of my body easily (ouch ouch). However, this little machine is keeping me alive 24/7. I always wear it, its always at the back of my mind, I sleep with it, swim with it, go out to dinner with it. It’s my companion, yet also my vice. But hey, I’m so grateful. #showmeyourpump #typeonediabetic #me

veggiesandmacros:

I’m tired and my hair looks like a lions mane (rawr) but this is my insulin pump. My little pancreas, outside my body. I honestly hate it sometimes, it gets caught in my bra, in my bed sheets, even on door handles (ouch) and can get ripped out of my body easily (ouch ouch). However, this little machine is keeping me alive 24/7. I always wear it, its always at the back of my mind, I sleep with it, swim with it, go out to dinner with it. It’s my companion, yet also my vice. But hey, I’m so grateful. #showmeyourpump #typeonediabetic #me

diabeticdancer:

This is the worst

diabeticdancer:

This is the worst

The victory I feel when my blood sugar is in range all day

whatdiabetesshouldcallme:

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When nonbetics ask you if you remember life before diabetes

whatdiabetesshouldcallme:

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When I think about having buy diabetes supplies when I can’t be on my parents insurance anymore

whatdiabetesshouldcallme:

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I’ve got 99 problems and a functioning Pancreas would fix all of them.

I take the lid off my needle,
and look at the insulin inside.
Just,
stare at it.
Isn’t it funny, how this clear, sterile,
hospital smelling liquid is the key
to my survival? How it saves my life everyday and stops my body from
killing itself.
How fascinating.
How simple. How easy.

And then my mind takes me to
somewhere darker. How this
liquid has now turned into a
weapon. How a little too much
insulin could be the key to
ending it all.
How simple. How easy.

I look down at my needle
and see my greatest enemy.
And the most heartbreaking
contradiction.
I see,
both life and death.
This plastic, disposable needle
represents everything I hate about
myself, all the pain and anger.
It represents my battles and
my burdens.
If only I could dispose of them
as easy as I do my needles.
How simple. How easy.

If you want honesty. (via myrealityofdiabetes)