Over the weekend, I had a low blood sugar in the middle of the night that left me feeling like I had been beaten soundly and left in a ditch. (Covered in petrol, a la Eddie Izzard.)

It was a strange experience, though, because the "low hangover" feeling was neatly accompanied by a feeling of guilt. This low wasn't one that came out of no where and smacked up upside the head. This low was the result of a miscalculation while I was at dinner. (READ MORE)

We spend much of our formative years looking for approval from parents, teachers, older siblings, and friends. We spend our teen years and early adult years looking for approval from (potential) spouses. A recent #dsma chat reminded me how much we, living with diabetes, still spend our lives searching for approval.

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