That Stupid Pancreas!

I'm sure nobody is keeping track, but in twelve days, I will have lived with type one diabetes for three years. I feel like that statement needs an exclamation point or something with a little bit of emphasis at the end, to illustrate the importance of the subject matter. I'm gonna leave it as a period though. It's not really something I want to shout from the rooftop. Could you imagine if I actually did that, though? Went onto my roof and screamed about how I've had a disease for three years? People would probably think I was crazy. So yeah, a period it shall remain. Moving on! People sometimes get confused when I try to explain the concept of a diaversary. Which I can understand, I mean, who would celebrate a disease? Not me. That's not what my diaversary is for. It's not a Hooray-I-Got-Diabetes-Let's-Eat-Cake kind of situation. It's more of an acknowledgement of how my life has changed and how I've dealt with it and grown. Growing is kind o