"Yes, I remember you!" I said.
"How's your mom?" she asked.
"Good," I reply, smiling. "I can't believe you recognize me after all this time!"
"Of course I recognize you!" she says, smiling back.
|my meter in elementary school.|
photo credit: Mario on TuDiabetes
Unfortunately, I was working, so we didn't get to talk very much. Just a couple minutes of simple catching up. What I was doing. The school she's working at now. That sort of thing.
I still can't believe that she recognized me. But the more I've thought about it, the more I realize just how much time I spent in her office. I was diagnosed right before the start of 4th grade. Like weeks before. And Mrs. H was my nurse for 4th, 5th, and 6th grade.
At my elementary school, I was one of two students with Type 1 Diabetes. And "back in the day," we kept all our stuff in the nurse's office. I didn't keep a meter on me or in the classroom. I would walk to the nurse's office to check my blood sugar. Every day. And take my lunchtime injection. Every day.
And Mrs. H was there. Every day.
I wish I remembered more about her. I wish I could rattle off some great anecdote about how she helped me, or some silly diabetes related thing I did. But I can't.
Looking back now though, I can appreciate what she did for me. And why she'd remember me.
Thanks Mrs. H, for taking care of me. I may not remember much of it, but I remember that you were awesome.