A Drop of Insulin - Day 17
I stand at the same dresser whenever I change my infusion set. My bedroom has no overhead light, so this task is often lit by a small lamp.
Looking at this picture after I took it made me feel less like the diabetic herself and more like a spectator in this disease. The small drop of life coming from the tip of that needle struck a chord in me - I noticed at how intricate these tools are.
There are days when the needles sting and cause brusing, on both my skin and my heart. But there are also days when I see these tiny needles and the amazing technology of my insulin pump and think, about how far I've truly come.
January 17, 2008