It’s been quite an afternoon. Everything was going well and on schedule until I flew through Chicago. O’Hare never fails. Every flight I take through there seems to somehow always find a way to be delayed or cancelled.
After all the “groups” had boarded and we had pulled out onto the runway, sure enough “Captain Bad News” comes over the airplane speakers, “uhh.., hi folks, Captain Poo Poo Head here, (that’s not really what he said..) it looks as though LaGuardia is in a hold pattern until further notice”.
DARN’T! I thought to myself, I had stuff I wanted to do when I landed in the city.
Oh well. I just ended up getting some work done.
Basically, our plane ended up sitting out on the tarmac for two hours until we got the go-ahead to depart.
It’s a good thing I had my insulin and glucose and stuff with me.
Nothing bad happened. But it does kind of make you wonder.
I couldn’t help but to reach down into my carry-on bag and triple check that I made it on with everything.
And after I reached into my bag I felt the protein bar and juice that I had picked up before getting on the plane. Sure enough, I was getting ready to do the dreaded ol’ public syringe routine right there in my plane seat.
You got to love that right?! Don’t you just love doing your shots in public!?
Me either.
Planes are the worst though! Your sitting there in those tight-little-a** seats, and you can’t help bumping elbows with the person sitting next to you, or stop yourself from looking over at what their reading, doing, or checking out for yourself what they look like etc …
But, I somehow managed to avoid, “the conversation” about diabetes from the guy next to me who, I was willing to guess, didn’t know didly squat about type 1 diabetes.
Actually, it was quite nice. I tested, took my shot, and got not so much as even a glance from him. Trust me; I was looking for it.
All was well. We spoke on various topics and diabetes never once made the conversation.
Thank you sir, (if he happens to read this) it was a pleasure getting to know you, and I appreciate you respecting me and not inquiring about my diabetes. Best of luck with your job and everything man.
-Andy.


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I was never a fan of doing my injections in public. Something about those orange-tipped syringes always drew someone's attention. Yet another reason why I prefer to pump. ;)
Hope you had fun in NYC!