A Diabetes Memory
December 6, 2010
December 3: Oh Christmas Tree
This song will always make me think of one of my best childhood friends. Her mother is German, so never knew the words that we knew. I remember that I knew the words to this song in German at one point as a child, and then again in high school when I was taking German.
Back to diabetes. We love it, we hate it, we live it every single day. But sometimes there are little changes that we miss. Like grabbing a new bottle of strips for instance. Today, if I forget to grab a new bottle, I come back to my apartment, or stop at CVS, Walgreens or Target and just buy a new box. When I was in third grade, I was at my friends house, and it must have been a day we didn’t have school because I needed to test, meaning I was eating lunch there. I went to test (and you should see the bag I used to carry around, it was huge!), but there weren’t any more strips. Her dad piled us into the car and we drove to the pharmacy. This is a local pharmacy (where if the pharmacist didn’t get the prescription from my doctor, he’d at least give me enough to survive the day), and closer to my house than hers, and he buys me a box of test strips. I show him the one I usually get (the largest one), and that’s the one he buys me. We go back to her house, and I’m starting to realize that this is big. We finish our day, and her father brings me home and Mom & her dad talk, especially about the trip to the pharmacy. Mom goes to her purse to pay him back and I remember something to the effect of “If you pay that much all the time, please let us do this.” It was a huge day for our family. Firstly because I wasn’t prepared. But because someone else just picked up and took care of my diabetes the same way (but with less blaming) my family would.