A new “Are you diabetic?”
The girl I’d just met a couple of hours before on the dock of our rented lake house stepped just inside the door of my bedroom as I unpacked my duffel bag. I, along with 8 other girls, was spending the weekend at a lake in upstate New York to celebrate the upcoming wedding of our friend. I felt a little like an outsider in the group because I only really knew the bride and maid of honor before the trip. I’d met a couple of the other girls before and the rest were strangers.
My Dexcom sensor peeked out of the leg of my shorts from its site on my thigh. “Yes,” I responded simply.
“So do you wear a Dexcom?” she asked. Continue reading