If we gaslight each other and ourselves about 2020, we won’t unpack. We won’t be able to do the work that might make 2021 at least a little better. It’ll fester.
JDRF, I am done until you do better for BIPOC with diabetes and their caregivers. Diabetes community, I am not going to stop talking about it. We must do better.
I hear you. I see you. Your words are deafening. You silence speaks volumes. Your actions are telling. I hear your comments- "I'll be fine. I'm not high risk. I don't have to worry""Let's break quarantine""It's just the flu""I'll be fine- why stop my life" I hear you in your conference rooms. I hear the … Continue reading I Hear You. I See You. (#HighRiskCovid19 Thoughts)
I've been in a writer's block and use the "Kitchen Timer" method including having a journal pulled up. One day while trying to write what I needed to write- this is what came flying out of my mind and onto my keyboard. After that, I felt a bit better and my writing juices were flowing once again. The past few months have included a lot of loss... specifically in the diabetes community and a family member. Diabetes, I hate you.
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I'm getting ready for the Dexcom G6! Here are my thoughts on making the switch.
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