April 1st 2022 marks exactly half of my life lived in the company of type 1 diabetes. From now on, every day means more and more of my life has been given over to accomodating this condition than I've been free from it. I suppose April Fool's Day is a pretty on-brand day for this particular milestone.
A look back at my blog timeline reminds me how woefully out of practice I am at this... whatever 'this' is. I considered just letting the day pass by - it is just another day when all's said and done. But there's been a lot of days that have raced past me lately and this seemed as good a day as any to reflect back on 20-and-a-bit years of a chronic condition.
Having type 1 diabetes is relentless. It is 24/7 decision-making about keeping yourself alive. There is no other condition that springs to mind where you have to actively assume the complicated biological role of one of your internal organs all the time and are made to live with the consequences of how well you can masquerade as that organ. It also completely robs me of sleep. I recently had between 5 and 6 hours of continuous sleep and realising how rare an achievement that is did not have me rushing to work out how many hours I've lost over the years.