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Living with someone else who has to deal with type one diabetes meant that all those things that I do that seem "odd" were no longer "odd".
- Checking my blood sugar. To those close to me, they don't think twice about it, but to others there's still that "what's she doing...oh yeah!".
- The mess in the kitchen after a middle-of-the-night hypo - it's just evidence that there was one, but no moaning about how the kitchen's a state.
- The trail of test strips that seem to follow me wherever I go were just there - there was no moaning about the mess they made.
- Counting carbs was almost a competitive sport - who can guess correctly/the closest to the actual carb value.
- Vocab such as "shoot up", "bloods" and "rage bolus" were the norm and there was no questioning of what such terms meant.
All in all, I had a great week in Norwich. I'd really missed the city, so it was so nice to go back before September! I'm looking forward to returning on a more long-term basis come September.