On the Sixth, Seventh and Eighth Days of Christmas…

The first thing I did was show S how, having my pump clipped to the middle of my bra; I could look like Iron Man

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14. On the Fourth Day of Christmas….

….I concluded that I am beginning anew and it’s OK to be nervous as heck….. Literally tomorrow will take me to the beginning of a new path of my Diabetes journey. It’ll be a beginning that perhaps should have happened a long time ago, I suspect at least a decade ago would have been appropriate….

13. On the Third Day of Christmas…

…I reflected and put the tree up…. After another night of not much sleep, I had to choose whether to play snooze catch up or try to have a productive day. I chose productive, not least because it would help the time till Matt gets back go quicker; we’ve a super festive Sunday planned and…

12. On the Second Day of Christmas….

….I had a little panic… …I will have an Insulin Pump by the time my little sister celebrates her time of birth on Monday 5th December 2016 (this isn’t a “thing” by the way. Because she was born at 11pm or thereabouts, we do let her have the whole day). It seems to have happened…

11. “On the First day of Christmas….

…as I cleaned my new love’s kitchen, the ping of an email did chime… …I picked up my phone and I watched as it delivered, a message from my DSN… …Greetings young Niki I hope this finds you well? I’ve something for your festive diary… …On the fifth day of Christmas the NHS will give…