Yesterday was quite possibly one of the best diabetes days I’ve had in a long time (minus the shitfaced low after picking up Boy Genius from school). It wasn’t however, one of the best work days. At the end of the day, I was waiting to talk to Mom Genius before she took Boy & Girl Genius out to dinner with the neighbors. This neighbor dad all of a sudden looked at me and said, “Is that an insulin pump?” It was a moment of “Crap, I’ve been noticed.” There are a lot of times where I am ready to stand up and fight for diabetes like you wouldn’t believe. It’s something that gets my blood going. Last night, getting ready to leave work was not one of those times. He was asking me a lot of questions/misconceptions because his mother-in-law is sick of taking shots during the day. He was not being rude, he was just trying to gather information, and I was trying to explain it in the briefest way possible and I explained about how meters are not as accurate as one would think (hoping Mom Genius catches on and tries to do something about it). From here I talked about how for so long I didn’t want a pump, but now that I’ve had one for 9 years, I love it, how I still have to carry around a meter, tabs and a pen or needles & bottle, and Mom Genius just said, “She’s amazing.” This is Mom Genius! This is my boss. This is the smartest woman I’ve ever met. This is my connection to the future, and she thinks I’m amazing because of/for my diabetes!