Bracelets

I need to get a new medical bracelet.  Mine fell off at Sunday River in 2009, and I just haven't gotten around to it. (Don't yell at me, my mother has that covered.)

This is the thing.  I don't trust frilly ID bracelets.  I get suspicious that if it were ever needed to save my life, that someone would look right past it.  I know that beads on an ID bracelet are commonplace now, but not for me.  For fifteen years I had that bracelet in the picture.  (Charm)  The new one arrived in my mailbox on Halloween while I was in college; the same day I had my first appointment with an adult endo.  As a kid, I hated watches and bracelets, because I had that one.  I like watches now (although, with a pump, who needs one?), but I'm still picky about bracelets.  People have always given them to me, so I have a great collection, and I'll use them to make a specific outfit, but that's about it.

I have tried to go over to the "get a pretty medical ID" party, but I just can't.  Both of my previous ones came directly from Medic Alert, and I've looked here (but not in a while).  I don't want to limit my options by saying I will only buy from them though.  My mother sent me a link this morning, and I found one that I love.  But I'm worried about it.  Will this style stay on my wrist?  Would I be worried about it?  I want a bracelet that is there and I don't have to worry about.  I have a few beautiful bracelets at my parents' house.  Could those get charms and that's it?  One of them looks like the cuff, but is a regular bracelet.  I know that those wouldn't come off of my wrist.

If anyone has any suggestions, they would be greatly appreciated!

Easter Basket

From September 29,2010

What most people see when looking at this photograph is not what I see.  (Besides the fact that it’s me!)  Let’s start with the obvious, it’s a little girl, on the beach with a stuffed bunny that looks really new, so it’s probably around Easter.  What I see is the bracelet. It signifies the difference in one year.  Now, I have diabetes.  Now, I can’t have a random sip of soda with my father.  Now, I have to eat at certain times.  Now, I go to the doctors: a lot.  But I still get given a basket of candy by this awesome guy named Easter Bunny.  Easter Bunny didn’t leave a note for me.  He didn’t mention that this Easter would be different than last Easter.  To adults, I’m used to having diabetes so I know that I cannot have my candy like I used to.  To a 4 year old, I don’t know that.  I’m with my cousins and they get to eat their candy and they are my idols, so let’s dig in!  Mom comes in and sees that I’ve eaten candy, but no one paid attention to how many calories were actually in my basket, because that wouldn’t need to be known until I thoughtfully chose what I wanted.  But I ate with my cousins.  And I’m four.  I’m not capable of explaining how much I ate.  So this Easter, I can’t eat Easter dinner.  I have to sit there being monitored by my mother (this doesn’t make it much fun for her either, I’m sure) because no one knows how much I ate.  This picture, This bracelet, it changes everything.