Oh Oh

"Do you feel this?" Joe is looking at the back of my leg and I can see that he's prodding, but no, I don't feel anything. There is concern on his face which leads to panic on mine. "What's there, what are you seeing?" "You have a sore here," he said to the sound of my heart falling.

It's been a long time since I've had any kind of problem with sores or infections. I keep a close watch on my blood sugars and my skin is checked every other day. Neither Joe or I can figure where it came from or what it might mean. He reasures me it looks like just a normal kind of sore. But on me, in the form my diabetes takes there is no normal.

I carry around antibiotics, powerful ones, to use in case an infection begins when I'm away from home. I spent the whole evening trying to decide if 'now's the time' - but it doesn't feel the same as other times, so, I'm going to wait a day or two.

It's funny how time changes shape when you are worried about things like that. How a small sore or scratch, something you'd never notice as a kid - now becomes a threat to your wellbeing. Luckily I have a busy day today. I'll be highly distracted. Then, THEN, a weekend to relax and to watch and wait. Well, they call for a rainy weekend, we were wondering what to do and now we have a science project.