Clean it out.
T1D has a way of saddling a person with baggage. Piles upon piles of bits and bobs that, over time, weigh down the body, mind and spirit. It’s an active effort to manage that pile, let me tell you. Paring it down, prioritizing what’s needed and discarding what’s not worthy are not tasks for the meek.
Maddy’s d-kit is a physical and psychological manifestation of life with diabetes. We’ve gone through many iterations, but the constant has been its contents. In that bag is nearly everything she would need for treatment in everyday and crisis situations. Frankly, the kit is a pain in the ass. She hates toting it around, and usually passes that task to me. But she’s approaching a time in her life in which she will spend considerably less time with me and more time out and about. This kit needs a purge.
It’s uncomfortable for me to think of sending her off without 5 million syringes (she’s a pumper), piles of glucose tablets, 2900 test strips, two meters and their batteries, tissues, hand wipes, glucagon…you get the idea. She, on the other hand, contends that all she needs is one canister of strips, one meter, a few Smarties, and the lancing device. Oh, and a phone. No clunky glucagon…but, a phone.
She’s probably right.