I never was a great swimmer. I think I got my fear of water from my mother. She hid it well, but when I was a teen, admitted she was petrified of water. Aquaphobia? I guess. She did upon occasion go to the neighborhood pool with us, but stayed in the shallow end. I think as a kid, when I did somersaults in the water, she had to really work at not reacting, and pulling me out! I am not as bad, but while I usually feel safe in the water, there is just that edge of fear that keeps me from being completely comfortable in it either.
I share that because I think that is how I feel about my diabetes. I am not entirely comfortable with it. But I am not totally overwhelmed by it either. Most of the time. Sometimes, I feel like I am sinking, and desperately need a fun noodle to hang on to.
I have not learned to swim in these waters yet. I am barely treading water.
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