I was looking through some old scrapbooks today and found a page of doodles that I drew in the months following my Dx back in 2003. It brought back memories of how isolated I felt. I didn’t know that my mom had kept it. I thought I’d post it here, some of you may get a kick out of them.
Sorry about the quality, I had drawn them in pencil and the page kind of faded a bit.
I also told her when we would find test strips in random places that it wasn’t my fault and that little “test strip gnomes” thought it was funny to play tricks on me by leaving them all over the house.