So I stopped by my sisters house a few weeks ago and had dinner with her family- which was fabulous and entertaining, as always.
Anyway, my 17-year-old nephew Anton (Longboard Skateboard officiando & man about town) had his friend Nick over for dinner. Nick is slightly older, also a longboard Skateboard officiando/man about town, and a type 1 PWD.
We chatted about skateboarding and the likes there of, dined on a fantastic Jewish Apple Cake (it was like a foot thick and SUPER DELICIOUS) courtesy of the Kibitz Room, and discussed our hopes for 2010.
Then Nick noticed my pump and said: I see you have an insulin pump. Cool, I have one to!
He removed his black Animas Ping from his pocket and held it up in the air for me to see.
Then I unclipped my Minimed 512 from my belt and held it up in the air.
And there we sat, our pumps hanging midair, discussing the Ping’s options (I’m seriously considering a Ping and had lots of questions) and Nick told me how much he liked his Ping. “It actually talks to my glucometer,” said Nick all proud and happy.
Then instantaneously, we each reached out (over the table and the plate of SUPER DELICIOUS Jewish Apple cake) with our insulin pumps and bumped pumps in mid air.
Anton chimed in without missing a beat: OK, I feel like I’ve just witnessed the secret handshake to a Dungeons and Dragons Diabetes meeting! You guys are total geeks.
Me: Anton, it's ain't nothing but a D-thing - pure and simple.
And it absolutely was.