Let's face it, life with D is not a tonne of chuckles. Very rarely does something D-related ever tickle us. But I thought this story was too cute not to share.
From time to time we take the kids to a frozen yogurt place close by. And as most of you know, I'm a weigher. As in, I weigh everything that Elise eats (except when I forget my scale). So yes, I take my scale out at the fro-yo place, and tare it up. Get it?
Come on, how is that not funny?
Anyway... One time we went with some neighbours, and as my friend was paying, the guy at the register asked her, "what's with your friend, doesn't she trust our scales?"
She quietly informed him that my daughter had type 1 diabetes and to accurately carb count, I weigh all her food.
When my friend relayed the story to me, it was all I could do to not bust out laughing. I had never thought of what people must think of the crazy lady with her scale and calculator, muttering things under her breath.
You know what? I am okay with being that crazy lady. I was crazy long before the scale anyway.
6 hours ago