Clutch My Chest and Writhe in Pain
It was Saturday night. Alarm bells rang. Horns blasted. Lights flashed. I clutched my chest and fell to the floor screaming, carpet burn instantly burst into flame on my right forearm and cheek. My eyes closed and there it was – a time-lapsed video that was my life. It played out longer than I expected for a mere 42 years. (I guess no one ever said I was boring.) So this was it. This was how it was all going to end. I was a total cliché – death by heart attack from 32 years of type 1 diabetes. Actually, that’s not how it happened at all. You see, I…
Used Bloody Objects Anyone?
Sometimes, two different areas of your life come crashing together. In this case it was fashion and diabetes. I was collecting multiple garments, which I’m sure I heard taunting me audibly saying, “You can’t live without me! You need to try me on! I am so adorable!” as they threw themselves at me, leaping from the racks into my arms as I walked through one of my favourite stores. I reached the change room and patiently stood in the zig-zagging line, knowing that every moment spent there would be worth it when I found that perfect new outfit. As I reached the front of the line, still awaiting my turn, I decided it…