Last week (was it only a week ago? My time-space continuum is completely off kilter these days), I was out in San Francisco for a quick visit at the Lifescan Town Hall meeting.
Okay, I was actually in Milpitas, which is a nice little place that the driver from the airport inadvertently described as, “Why are you going there?” Not exactly the same excitement as the home of the Golden Gate Bridge and other sights I saw from the car, but close.
I was asked to come out and talk about life with diabetes to a large group of Lifescan employees (they make the One Touch meters and they clearly like people who play guitar because Crystal Bowersox and B.B. King are their buddies, so I felt a little musically inept). I wasn’t asked to talk about my meter, or my pump, or to pimp out any partnerships, etc. They just wanted to hear about life with diabetes. Plain life. Real life.
Because I don’t have a formal bone in my body (all of my bones are in sweatpants and baseball caps), and because I didn’t have any airs to put on, I just stood on that stage showed them our community. I showed them some of our blogs, and talked about some of our meet-ups. I showed them that while life with diabetes can be challenging, Read more »
*This blog post was originally published at Six Until Me.*