if you want to take that literally, i was four... his name was grant. i kissed him every day in preschool for at least a year, maybe two... i don't remember, because i was only four. but i am pretty sure i was a good girlfriend because i made him a plastic meal when he came home from work with his guy friends. it was an intense relationship... possibly unhealthy... but i was four... so we are going to let that go...
point of the story, i celebrated my 15 year anniversary today...
it isn't really a celebratory hoo-rah party kinda deal. it isn't even 'send a card' occasion. maybe it is a 'rent a movie and watch it at 2 in the morning' party... or a 'go volunteer on the children's wing of the hospital and tell all the new diabetic kids that its gonna be okay and their lives aren't ruined forever' day *i am going to have to do that soon* but yeah, today is my 15th consecutive year in a hard-core relationship with artificial insulin... a hormone of foreign rDNA origin with a displaced amino acid somewhere in its beta-chain, around 28 think... and i am happy to say that i think we have another happy 15 years together... hahaha :)) *find the humor, please* warrants another laugh, hahaha... point-blank- without insulin, my life would have ended a long time ago.
and that is when i had this light-bulb go off in my subconscious... as much as insulin saved my life 15 years ago, i wouldn't be alive if it weren't for a different day... more momentous than any other... june 18 one nine nine five... Jesus saved me that day. it may not be the longest, but it is by far the most important... can you say the same thing?
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