In reality, I should be rocking in a corner with drool running down the side of my mouth.
But in my own world, It's all good.
In reality, I should be completely bald from pulling my hair out.
But in my own world, I got this covered.
In reality, my pointer finger should be running up and down my lips...you know, like crazy people do in the movies?
But in my own world, I smile at the absurdity of it all.
In reality, I should be like a broken record screaming to God, "Three? Really? THREE!!!!"
But in my own world, I thank the good Lord for my many blessings each and every day.
In reality, I should have a therapist at my disposal 24 hours a day, 7 days a week...including and especially holidays.
But in my own world, all the therapy I need is drinking hot chocolate with friends who I know, "get it."
In reality, I should be a shut in. My boys should never leave the house and I should have a giant magnifying glass on them every minute of every day.
But in my own world, we live.
In reality, the technology that is there is not enough. I want more. I want a cure.
But in my own world, I'm thankful for every little thing we have to fight this disease. Including but not limited to, insulin, test strips, pumps, cgm's, ketone strips, 3 second countdowns and apple juice.
In reality, my heart should not be beating. The heartache should have shut it down long ago.
But in my own world, my heart swells with love for my children, my husband, my family and each of you who are the "same," who feel the "same."
In reality, there should be a bruise front and center on my forehead, marking the spot where I bang my head all the live long day trying to figure out basals and ratios.
But in my own world, I know...somewhere deep down...that I can do this.
The problems come only when the lines between the reality and my own world fade. Navigating the fog back to my own world can be a neat trick sometimes...but I always get there.
I like my world better than the real one.
Because in reality, I am the mother to four boys, three who have type one diabetes.
And in my own world...the three may have diabetes, but diabetes doesn't have them.
(Day 29 of National Health Blog Post Month is complete. Ya know I'm doing in honor of Diabetes Awareness Month. Tomorrow is the last day! Woo to the Hoo!)