At the beginning of May all my dreams were finally coming true; I was going to marry the man of my dreams.
Shortly after the engagement I already started making ‘jokes’ I would be so low at the altar I wouldn’t remember to say I do. Or that I would feel a hypo coming on just before the doors open and when they open I am stuffing my face with food. My imagination was giving me plenty of ammo to make some great diabetes memes about all the funny-not-so-funny scenarios. Although these situations were slightly (?) exaggerated they did hold some truthful worries about the combination of my diabetes and my wedding day.