No, I am not being blue, I am talking of the finger prick marks on my fingers. They serve as proof to my newfound dedication to life as a diabetic. I did not notice them until recently. If there is ever a question as to whether or not I am monitoring my blood sugars, I have physical evidence. I would be lying if there wasn’t a little pride felt when I see the tiny scabs on my fingertips. Pricking my finger is kind of funny because I anticipate the pain so even though I feel like I am pushing the button, it feels like the button is pushing back.
Then comes the seconds counting down until the test is complete, in reality it is only a few seconds but it feels like a minute, which I guess really is not that long either but they add up. When I was first diagnosed that is how long the meter took. One whole minute, 60 seconds of my life gone for this test. It makes me appreciate that technology has made testing easier and efficient. In fact, I just bought a new meter that allows for testing on my fore arm. Which mean less pain, but that also means I am surrendering the tiny badges of honor on my fingers.
I was going to post a picture but it is difficult to see but up close you can tell, so we will have to hang out. Part of why I started writing this blog is because it will help keep me honest. If I slip you will know, but you will also know the victories. The victories will outweigh the failures but learning to be diabetic takes time and patience. I have to work on the latter.