Saving the World & Restaurant Fun

Where waiting too long for a meal gets tricky & low blood sugar happens

When I was young, I used to have recurring dreams about saving the world.

I dreamed of natural disasters, which in my sleep would act as symbolic stand-ins for my diabetes. At least that’s what I thought. I would find myself, for example, running with crowds of people up a hill to get away from approaching floods, all the while knowing I somehow had the…