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Nov. 16th, 2021 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariArt imitates life.
In one of many stories I developed, I basically wrote about my feelings moving to the PNW in a story with a soldier forced to move away from home.
One of the ways she was forced to stay there was to be poisoned with a toxin that stayed in her body literally forever. She recieved an antidote weekly that kept the toxin from killing her. This was the story of the sudden development of diabetes and the insulin I had to take to survive.
One of the ways she manages the toxin is through a pump. She gets a vial, puts it in the pump, where it monitors her bloodstream and releases the antidote as needed.
Ten years later, I now live with the monitor I gave her, replaced every two weeks like her vial was.
Life imitates art.
In one of many stories I developed, I basically wrote about my feelings moving to the PNW in a story with a soldier forced to move away from home.
One of the ways she was forced to stay there was to be poisoned with a toxin that stayed in her body literally forever. She recieved an antidote weekly that kept the toxin from killing her. This was the story of the sudden development of diabetes and the insulin I had to take to survive.
One of the ways she manages the toxin is through a pump. She gets a vial, puts it in the pump, where it monitors her bloodstream and releases the antidote as needed.
Ten years later, I now live with the monitor I gave her, replaced every two weeks like her vial was.
Life imitates art.
