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\"boots<\/a><\/p>\n

You know The Princess and the Pea<\/em>?<\/p>\n

I am not her.<\/p>\n

For the better part of yesterday, I walked around with a staple in my boot.<\/p>\n

It all began at school. I was taking down artwork from one of my bulletin boards. I suddenly felt something<\/em> in my boot. I figured it was a pebble. (Though, where would a pebble have come from? I was inside.) It didn\u2019t hurt. It felt the way a pebble-in-your-shoe feels.<\/p>\n

I was so busy that I didn\u2019t bother to remove the pebble. I told myself I\u2019d do it in a few minutes; but one distraction after another and I never got around to the pebble extraction.<\/p>\n

When I arrived home many hours later, I unzipped my boot and a sharp silver object dropped to the floor. The pebble was a staple. It must\u2019ve fallen into my boot when I was taking down the artwork.<\/p>\n

The staple left a reddish-purple imprint on the sole of my foot. No blood. Thank goodness for thick winter socks.<\/p>\n

Nothing terrible happened. But my behavior left me feeling disturbed.<\/p>\n

Good sense says that if something is wrong, albeit minor, fix it!<\/p>\n

So what stopped me?<\/p>\n

Most moms with toddlers will tell you that they are exhausted and preoccupied, and they put themselves second. I am no different. Maybe I\u2019ve become so accustomed to putting my needs last, that I do so even when Maya is not around.<\/p>\n

I also wondered about the role diabetes played in my leniency. Diabetes, after all, is the permanent pebble in my shoe. How often do I feel its pesky presence but ignore it anyhow?<\/p>\n

Answer: too often.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t get the wrong idea. My blood sugar control is pretty, pretty good<\/em> (Larry David, anyone?). My A1c makes me proud. But I am not a machine. There will always be basal rates to tweak, pump sites to change, and high blood sugars to treat \u2013 PEBBLES. Most people don\u2019t have time to stop in their tracks and address each and every pebble as it lands.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s why I left the staple alone. I cope with the abundant responsibilities attached to diabetes by occasionally putting them off, even if I\u2019m left feeling badly. I\u2019ve become comfortable with my discomfort.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t like that.<\/p>\n

I should take the time to deal with the pebbles, the staples, the imperfect basal rates, without delay. I know that with diabetes, old pebbles will be replaced with new ones. But if I ignore them, I could end up with a mountain of rocks in my boots.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, back at home, I opened my meter case and drew out an alcohol swab. I tore the paper and applied the alcohol to the small cut on my foot. The smell of alcohol brought me back to my hospital room during my diabetes diagnosis\u2026 which was fitting, because it was February 12th<\/sup>, the very day I was diagnosed with diabetes, but only 19 years earlier. Maybe the staple in my boot was the strange, yet necessary reminder that I needed \u2013 even after almost two decades \u2013 to keep up my A-game.<\/p>\n

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