A little over five years ago I had this strong desire to get a tattoo.  I’m a fairly rational person and could not justify putting something on my body that I might regret when I am 87.  What would be a part of the rest of my life….. type 1 diabetes.

A few weeks later while at lunch with my mother, a group of firefighters entered the restaurant.  While standing in line, I approached the handsome group of men and inquired as to what they would do if they found me unresponsive.   “We would check your left arm for vitals.”  BINGO!!! (more…)