This one is going to be short and sweet! (for once!)
You got a taste of this story yesterday in my letter to my beloved juice fetcher.
One night, during a very extreme low, I stumbled into the living room and looked at Justin.
I wanted to say, "Hey honey. I just tested my blood sugar and I am 31 mg/dl and I could really use some grape juice right now if you don't mind getting me some."
But what came out instead, in a slurred, drunken speech was:
"I am diabetes!"
Luckily, Justin is fluent in Windy-has-low-blood-sugar.
And now, my friends and family say that phrase to me every time I say something stupid. Even if it is not a result of diabetes. haha.