Do you ever feel like diabetes gear is addictive? Or, rather, that it doesn’t take long to become dependent on something that, just weeks earlier, wasn’t a part of your life at all? I remember feeling that way when I first got the pump — within two weeks I’d forgotten my Lantus doses and was terrified at the idea of having to go back and figure out how to use long-acting insulin. Ditto my continuous glucometer. I hate wearing the thing (here’s a photo of my latest sensor, on my stomach — check out...

I’m having one of those “damn you, diabetes!” moments where my post lunch blood sugar is hovering happily at around 260 mg/dcl and is refusing to budge, despite my best attempts at correction. This is doubly frustrating, first because I didn’t eat anything particularly bad — just a half sandwich and a cup of soup. Secondly, I know full well that as soon as I get up to bike home, my blood sugar is going to plummet — I’ve been known to drop upwards of 150 points in 30 minutes as soon as I walk...

My husband’s out of town right now on business, and in addition to making me miss him, it’s also making me realize that this is one of the first times since I was diagnosed with Type 1 nearly nine years ago that I’ve spent a substantial number of nights alone. When I was diagnosed, I was still in college — and lived with a roommate. After college, I lived briefly with my parents, and then moved in with more roommates. A succession of house shares followed, and then I moved in with my boyfriend, who’s...