Tag: life with type 1 diabetes

I love my mom. ::listening to her go off on the pharmacist because something weird is apparently going on with how much they charged for my insulin/how many vials they gave my dad when he picked it up::

Oh. What fun. The time has come again for me to get what is basically a very thorough checklist signed by my doctor to send to the driver’s license division of the state law enforcement department to say that yes, I am safe to be driving.

Like, I get why they do it. But it still feels shitty that they go “Here, get this filled out and back to us in a month or we take away your license” every few years.

Luckily I see my endo Monday, or I’d be scrambling.