Well, it’s happened. My diabetes officially has it’s own (GIANT) shelf in my bathroom. No longer are things scattered around where they “make sense” — space was made and my dear Diabetes has a visible home… even though I hate that I need it, it is nice to have everything in one place rather than shoved in different cabinets and drawers all over the place… once again a physical/tactical win and an inner tantrum. looking for acceptance, haven’t found it yet.

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