Tonight as I was getting M's nighttime does of Lantus ready. I got a became a little sad. This sadness had nothing to do with M's T1D, but rather the memory that that little vial of insulin triggered. Usually we keep M's insulin in the cupboard at room temperature, but because it has been so hot and I'm not sure our air conditioner can keep up, I have been keeping it refrigerated. When I took that vial of insulin out of the fridge, it took me back to over 25 years ago. You see my Grandma was a type 2 diabetic.
As long as I can remember my grandma took insulin injections. I remember being a little girl sitting at her kitchen table, watching her fill her syringe and give herself a shot in her thigh (for some reason it was always her thigh.) But what I remember most was that when she took that vial of insulin out of the refrigerator she would roll it around in her hands a little and it would make a clicking sound as it rolled back and forth over her wedding band.
So tonight as I got M's insulin ready, I rolled in back and forth in my hand just to hear the sound of it clicking over my wedding band. I smiled and remembered my grandma. I wish she were still here for M to meet. I'm sure they would have great times together, just as I did with her, they could "roll" their insulin together and listen to the sound it would make in my grandma's hands.