(Day 8 of NaBloPoMo)
Due to genetic make-up (thanks, Mom) I find myself talking to strangers.
I think my real "problem" began when I worked in retail selling clothes at a store in the mall. I was there to "sell" our products and the BEST way I found to do that was just to talk to strangers. I would start conversations with people I have never seen before and may never see again. We talked about everything. I would hear whole life stories. It became kind of fun.
Anyway, back to what prompted this post.
I was dropping The Superhero off at pre-school last week and noticed something sticking out of another mom's pocket (now, I am sure the D Moms here know what I am talking about)...
YEP! It was tubing and an insulin pump! So, OF COURSE I had to ask her about it!
She had gestational Diabetes in her last pregnancy and has been insulin dependent since then. (no longer pregnant)
And while I felt a little bit of a connection to her, just because she had a pump, and The Superhero has a pump, I LOST some of the connection of "SAME" when I was talking to her further.
She has no idea what Type she has, she kept saying things like "I still go high sometimes". I got a strong feeling that she does not know a whole lot about Diabetes, even though she appears to be living it now.
I got the feeling that she expected the pump to "regulate" her blood sugar on its own. Which we all know is NOT happening. It takes A LOT of work to be a pancreas and even then, things don't always go as you would expect.
Even with my loss of "sameness" I still feel compelled to talk to strangers, especially ones with tubing sticking out of their pockets.