Clubbing! It’s hard!

Y’all, I don’t mind having diabetes, or at least I stave off the dread relatively well most of the time. Just hit my 25 year anniversary.

For the first time last week, I was hospitalized following a concert for hypoglycemia. Your girl simply danced too hard (& CGM went wack because all of the phones blocked my Bluetooth - worth it for my queen, Ms. Shania Twain, though). Thought I was okay mentally afterward, but traveled for a concert this weekend & it turns out that I’m now wildly afraid of any time I’m out & about with my sugar arrow pointing double down. Hell, even one arrow down & I am outside the club with a random man named Raphael trying to pester me as I’m furiously eating glucose gummies. Raphael, it’s okay, but read the room.

It’s just interesting to me how insidious this disease can be, especially when it’s combined with other hormone issues that impact it. Woman, man, or NB - it’s a cruel thing.

Love to all of you. This is hard. I still have fun. I’m a happy person. It’s just scary sometimes. It’s nearly 2AM & I had to vent. All my love.