Diabetes is such a routine. I eat, I exercise, I test, I correct, I bolus, I snack, I plan, I forget, I worry, I rebound, I calculate, I crash. Blah, blah, blah. It's so predictable and also so not so. 99% sheer, unending routine, 1% intense, panicky drama. Everyday. It's almost transparent in it's presence, normal because of the countless times I do the drill. It's just normal. And boring. And there. Test, correct, bolus, snack. It's like breathing now.
Except, unlike breathing, I have to pay attention to it.