Diabetes,

I wish you would leave me alone.

I wish the constant vigilance, injections, appointments, and fatigue you force upon me would evaporate and I could just live like everyone else.

But since that isn’t an option, I’ve had to learn how to live with you.

You are the worry that hits me in the middle of the dance floor. You are the middle of the night lows that leave me exhausted. You are the debilitating highs I have after a delicious meal.

But you are also the friend who gets me a soda so I can keep on dancing. You are my girlfriend, patiently bringing me another juice box at 2 am. And yes, you are the stubborn high after the delicious banana split I shared with my sister. Unavoidable and so, so worth it.

So Diabetes, if you won’t leave me alone, I’m glad they won't either.