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Diverbetes Revisited

The essence of my life is to push boundaries...to prove I can still accomplish things in a society ignorant and scared of what they don't understand. And this leads me to my second *BIG ANNOUNCEMENT*!!

Now, if I could just convince Izzy to come with me!!
I am officially a certified NAUI SCUBA Diver - Diabetes included. And while Google couldn't give me a great statistic about how many Type 1 divers there are, I'm fairly certain it is a somewhat exclusive group. [The FAA only grants ~400 Type 1 medical waivers a year, for comparison].

I have to say that I am extremely proud of myself for accomplishing this goal. While I was excited to start and finish, I was also a complete nervous wreck. Having Diabetes coupled with the underwater lack-of-ability-to-monitor-it was complicated and stressful and as I found out, sometimes dangerous. It was hard to plan for my body's reaction to swimming, as well as being off the pump for extended amounts of time. It also made me nervous to complete many of the skills and dives without Chris right next to me. Sure, he was always there, in the quarry or pool somewhere, but not necessarily beside me or within shouting distance (he is now a certified Rescue Diver, and soon to be Dive Master!!). You don't realize how much someone provides an invisible safety net until you are forced to go outside your comfort zone without them!

I am so glad Dana agreed to teach me, knowing full well that I am equipped with that extra friend, 'Dee'. It would have been impossible to convince a commercial dive-shop that I truly am capable and competent, Dee and all [trust me, I've looked into it!].

For now, I am happy the quarry dives are behind me, and I can't wait to dive in those warm waters in the Caribbean for our honeymoon *fingers crossed*!!

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