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The Boop-Beep-Boop of Life

Tonight as I sat down to crank out a grad school essay I heard the familiar "Boop, Beep, Boop" of my insulin pump. "Crap," I thought. "Of course my insulin pump would choose NOW to be nearly empty of the life-sustaining magic juice." I pulled it's whining case out of my super-secret-pump-hiding-spot and looked on with a new sense of analogy.

That little symbol on the left is exactly how I feel right now...almost drained, mentally and physically. And the little circle next to it (it's supposed to let you know that something is different, in this case, the pump is getting low on insulin), well, it reminded me of both my open, yawning mouth, and my empty brain that wants nothing to do with grad school homework and everything to do with the brie I just put in the oven **crap, low insulin**. The full battery symbol reminds me that I need to have a lot of Diabetes-focused energy this week in preparation for my Wednesday endocrinologist appointment at Vanderbilt. And the purple case, well that just reminds me that I'm a girl, and I like purple stuff **that was the empty brain talking again**. "Paradigm" reminds me that in a year, the paradigm of my life will change (I'm getting married, remember?), and those "up" and "down" arrows may represent the ups and downs Chris and I will surely endure (maybe, and probably even before the big day). I feel like my life is in such flux, yet so focused and planned...I guess that's weird.

Do you ever have these moments when you look at something with a completely new perspective?

Time to change the insulin pump, work on the grad school essay, and nibble just a teensy bit of brie!!

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  1. I tend to do that when I am VERY tired LOL. But I love the insight :)

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