The Boy and the Bus
"Before those numbers appeared, we knew what each other faced, but seeing that range solidified the realness. Our conversation quickly heightened. Things I previously thought only existed in nightmares were finding their way into my ears. He wouldn’t be getting insulin right now because there was never enough to last. They would have to wait for a higher number to legitimize its use. Right now, it was sippy cups of water and a longing for their bus stop so he could get out of this crowded space and run around. Then, in the form of a single-tone triple beep, the reality of how unfair life can be hit me like a ton of bricks. His thickening blood wasn’t enough to warrant an injection, yet my phone was alerting me that I had taken too much and should address it in order to avoid a slight inconvenience. For the first time in my life, I realized the luxury behind being low. My stomach turned as I silenced my phone, hiding the graph. That technology had no place in this discussion. Its explanation would do more harm than good. How did I end up with these resources in my possession? He deserved them just as much as I did. This is not fair. None of this is fair..."
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