The other morning, I was opening the drawer under my bed and I noticed there was a thin bloodstain running down the front of it. Below that, a dried droplet on my hardwood floor. It's from a few nights ago, when I was changing my pod from a stomach site. I was in a rush and I was halfway to the trash can before I realized I'd hit a small gusher.
I haven't cleaned the mess up yet. It's small (obviously, since I didn't notice it for a while). I'm not quite sure why. In a way it's kind of like a monument. There are so few visible signs of the turmoil of diabetes, but I am fighting a war. There's bound to be some carnage.
I haven't cleaned the mess up yet. It's small (obviously, since I didn't notice it for a while). I'm not quite sure why. In a way it's kind of like a monument. There are so few visible signs of the turmoil of diabetes, but I am fighting a war. There's bound to be some carnage.
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