The girl with diabetes conundrum: how to tell dates about type 1.
So, the first date with a guy I really liked (this is 12 or so years ago). We had flirted for weeks at work (yep, office romance), and he finally asked me out. What should we do? Decision was made to make a day of it and drive five hours to Cedar Point in Ohio (from Lansing, MI).
So he picked me up at 7am, and we were off. Being the good type 1 (um, not really, but...), at 8:00am exactly, I pulled out the syringe and vial of insulin from my purse, drew up what I needed and injected it in my thigh.
My date almost drove off the road. After a minute, he got the nerve to ask what I was doing. And so began the explanation of type 1 diabetes. Poor guy had been leaving Sweet Tarts on my desk for weeks (this was before days of intensive insulin therapy - you did NOT eat sugar back then).
Why did he not run is something I still ask... we've been married 10 years.