Which means that I've had diabetes for three years, today.
And I didn't even remember until ten minutes ago.
Three years doesn't seem like long, especially since I'm the 'youngest' diabetic I know. But to think how far I've come in three years, how much things have changed, how different things are now than they were three years ago...well.
I've grown, I've changed, I've dealt with numbers, needles, highs, lows, emotions, and I've had to incorporate this extra thing into my already-busy-enough life.
Diabetes has been a part of my life for three years, which seems to be a long time (even though it's really not.) I'm starting to forget life before diabetes.
I just deal with it every day, without really thinking about it or noticing it. Every day is just another day, until BAM, three years are gone.
It's always with me. Diabetes never takes a vacation, and whenever I think I can not think about it, I have to deal with a low, or a high, or a jab from the uneducated community, or a pump-contact-with-wall. It never goes away.
Sometimes I think I can't do this, and how much a cure would mean.
But then, more often, I think about how much a part of my life this is and how weird it would be to not have to deal with it. I wouldn't be who I am today without it.
It may not always be noticeable, but it's always there and it always will be. Every day. For the rest of my life.
But it's only been three years.
And I have many more to come.
You'll never bring me down, diabetes.