There’s a New T3
In the past month I have been the most happy and stressed out person you’ll come across. And I’ve tried to keep it under wraps, but it’s hard! So today I want to introduce you to “The Boy.” This is a big deal for me because I’ve been single, for, well, a long time. When I first met him, I wasn’t sure if he knew about my diabetes. And I was nervous to bring it up. But I didn’t have to. On our second date he asked question after question to learn more, but before even showing up, he looked it up online. Now I’m not sure what he found, but he found my blog too. That was a little unnerving, but it’s good. We went skiing one day and after he asked if I’d ever heard of Ray Allen. I knew where this was going, until he said “Well I think I might sign up.” I don’t know what my face looked like, but I think my heart grew just like the Grinch’s. This was our third date! And I thought guys were the ones with commitment issues? And then he stayed over one night, and I woke up in the middle of the night, right around 3AM, and I knew I needed to test. I usually turn on the light, but I didn’t want to wake him up, so it took me forever. That night, I was fine, but all of a sudden I hear “are you okay?” So then I’m so freaking happy I can’t fall back asleep. And when I tell him this. “I didn’t mean to make you not sleep!” I mean, really, he’s a good one.
|two hours worth of lows (missing one though)|
He had his own medical issues this weekend, (planned and perfectly healthy – no worries) so I went over to help, and of course I had a marathon low right before going to sleep that included five juice boxes and two hours without insulin. And then I get the question of “What kind of juice boxes do you want me to get for you?” Those pictured above are my favorite, but if you’re willing to buy me juice boxes, I’m not going to complain. Although, having to say “the ones that say they’re great for toddlers, those are the ones I like” feels a little embarrassing. The Boy is my addition to the T3 Community, and so far he’s passing with flying colors (so to speak).