Something kind of odd happened on World Diabetes Day. I found myself feeling extremely alone, very isolated and quite depressed.
Don't get me wrong, I was thrilled that so many great events were going on around the country. I was happy for all of my D-OC friends who were able to participate in them. I think The Big Blue Test was fabulous.
Pete and I had planned to go to NYC for the pizza party Allison organized but our finances conspired against us. Round-trip train fare just wasn't in the budget this month. So instead we dressed in blue and we went to the mall to find ideas for our Christmas Wish Lists.
Walking around the mall is usually a fun activity for me, but Saturday that wasn't the case. I looked at the throngs of people and wondered if anyone knew or cared why I wore blue. I wondered if they had ever even heard of World Diabetes Day. Did they notice that I pricked my finger and tested my blood in the Food Court before lunch? Could they spy my insulin pump clipped to my pocket and did they have a clue what it was? I don't think they did.
I guess maybe I live in my little bubble, "The D-OC Bubble", a bit too much. I love being a part of such a supportive community. I love sharing the struggles and triumphs on our blogs and on Twitter. I love that we all just get it. I forget that life isn't always like this until the bubble bursts and I'm out in the "Real World".
I'm not really sure how to wrap up this post. I guess I don't really have a point. I wasn't even sure I wanted to blog about this - I thought it might be better to hide behind a fake but cheerful exterior and keep my feelings of isolation to myself. But a dear friend encouraged me to come clean and share. I think it was the right call. Because maybe someone else felt alone on WDD too and will be comforted by the fact that I understand completely. And we can be alone together.