Two ships on a stormy sea
Two D's in a city of normal pancreas people)
Flash their mirrors
(Recognize each other by their same brand insulin pumps)
A beacon of safety + trust
(Karma, period.Eventually, you'll finally run into some one who gets it)
In this tumultuos storm
(High, low, high, low- will it ever end?)
Going down again
But nothing will sink this old ship.
(I'd trust you, even more then an MD-Paramedic)
Ok, I admit, I don't get out much. No support groups for type 1's/pumpers around here (by "around here", I'm referring to the Endocrine group in the city, and even that is a nice little drive, much less back here in Smallville, USA) and I've seen another type 1 precisely twice.(around here, not pumpers)Although my endo is also a type 1, she's all doctor(doesn't talk about herself any, I wish she would) Although I'm sure they do exist. I see the names scrawled into the syringe purchase book, whenever I have to buy backup syringes + some of them are probably type 1's. Doctors are the only people who know lots of type 1's.
Which explains why I go a little nuts when I come in contact with another type 1.
CVS parking lot, 6 pm. I'm in my car, they're getting back into their car and I catch a glimpse of their clipped on gadget- it suddenly registers that said device is NOT a cellphone. Nope. It's a blue Deltec Cozmo, in the black plastic-less case(exactly what I've got).
As I'm digesting this shocking scene, they drive away. No chance that I'll get to throw myself on them, thanking them profusely for reaffirming my hopes that this town isn't quite as backward as I'd previously believed. I'm not the only one with class around here.
Where I'm moving, diabetes support groups abound- and that will be something to get used to. (a good used to,though)