[hypoconsequence_blog]

There’s always that one to two day respite after an endocrinologist appointment that I have come to adore. It’s not that I stop testing, it’s not that I freely and incorrectly bolus for my food. None of that. It’s more of a moment of relaxation. It’s a feeling that approaches care-free, but is still cognizant of the seriousness of this disease. So I might have had a milkshake with dinner one day. I might have and a few cookies before I went to bed. I have have had seconds. Not to say that a person with Diabetes can’t have those things, but the extra awesome treats usually find a way to bite me in the butt later on. But for those few days, I just roll with it.

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