It was a few days ago. I started to write a blog in French and another in English, and I was thinking about " what can I write". I know the subject of my French blog: I want to share the informations that I know and tell my story… Once again I must say that there are not so many french here but many members understand or write my language. And it’s not easy to write about my diabetic life in French! Why? Because it’s my language and I can use more words, translate more feelings through those words. When I write in English maybe I have something who protect me and sometimes I write and think in this international language… So I was asking myself how can I begin a blog. And the answer is still in the shadow of my brain. So I made a blog where I write about Frio and a little story about the day my insulin has been frozen at Aix en Provence, a long time ago. And suddenly this story recalled me that there was a box, here, and I opened it. In this little plastic box there was my museum. My old syringes made of glass, one of the only french plastic syringe( no more French products now) and those so long and strange needles who gave me fear and pain when I was a child.And the dropper from Ames… 1967/few months in 1968 and after my parents discovered BD syringes…
It was my prehistoric age. And I wrote something about them on my English blog.
And this the link with my French blog (where I wish to tell the world about TuDiabetes)
http://brisabel-raffinerie.blogspot.com
