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Today, I Waited
I will sleep alone tonight.
It was dark when we left this morning and traffic was heavy.
We waited. Waiting rooms. People. Doctors. Nurses.
I waited. Alone. Then said goodbye and see you later.
Go upstairs, it'll be quieter there, Dr. B said. I did. It was.
I waited. Alone.
Bit my tongue when the old man said "My headache's not because of my sugar."
Texted. Facebooked. Should have brought my phone charger.
11 a.m. Dr. B smiled at me. I waited some more. Then paid $13 for lunch.
I updated family and friends.
When I saw him he was awake. And beautiful.
I crafted. I fetched. I helped out of bed. I walked. I kissed. I hugged. I loved.
I waited. I stayed.
I said "Whoa that's kinda high" when the nurse checked his sugar.
I felt better when she said "That's nothing compared to others."
I wished I could have stayed all night.
Tonight I will sleep alone. And tomorrow. Then he's home. My rock.
Megan was diagnosed in 2009 with Type I. As an RN, she was familiar with the medical side of her diagnosis; learning to be a good patient on the other hand, was and continues to be the challenge of her day to day life. (Read More)