I am a Type 1 Juvenile Diabetic. This isn't a blog about diabetes.
This is a blog about me.
The function of (or lack thereof) my pancreas does not define me. I am a million things changing, growing, complicating. I am a pastry chef. Diabetic pastry chef.
Irony and Icing... get it?
This blog is a collection of my life's daily trial and error. Rants, lessons in progress, lessons learned.
I'm here to publicize the nitty-gritty, ugly and pretty, mostly because I like attention, but also because I like complaining, bragging, and sometimes self deprecating. My life is an open book because I have no shame. My sense of self worth is almost at a narcissistic level. Brutally honest, totally real, what you see is what you get and being the shrinking violet that I am, I will show you everything.
Also, some insight:
When I was diagnosed, diabetes was fabulously uncommon. Upon being told that his daughter was now a seven year old Diabetic, my father replied, "So should we start her on some antibiotics?" I actually had to teach my elementary school classes about diabetes. Don't get me wrong, I'm not asking for sympathy. I enjoyed every second of it; I love attention, remember? What I'm getting at is, more than anything, I want this blog to reach the diabetics in my age range because those self-help diabetic books suck, your doctor sucks, anyone who tries to explain what the hell a carb ratio sucks,
and I don't. Chances are pretty high that you don't know any Juvenile Diabetics who are around your age.
I'm not perfect and I'm not claiming to be. My blood sugars aren't perfect and I'm not setting out trying to tell you how to fix yours. I'm just trying to say...
I k n o w w h a t i t ' s l i k e .
Marching to the beat of your own drum is something being a young diabetic forces upon you...
....I'm still learning to embrace the rhythm.
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