Wednesday, 23 May 2012
The Beginnings of Lewis
I wasn't entirely sure about how or when I would start this blog. I used to have a blog, many many moons ago, when I was still a teenager and living carefree. But of course, being a teenager, I didn't think life was carefree at all and had many issues with everything about nothing really. I used a blog then to get it at all out into the world. I have come back to the blog now to get it all out in the world again.
Difference is, this time life is not carefree. Hence why I dream of Lewis, because Lewis is the closest I can get to carefree.
I had my first meeting with Lewis yesterday. Not the real Lewis, not the Lewis that will be my own. A Lewis used to showcase to those seeking one of their own, what having Lewis would be like. I have to admit, I fell in love with Lewis right then and there. He gave me a promise of a semblance of a normal life AND he was virtually pain free.
I don't care how much Lewis is going to cost me, he is going to be mine, and I refuse to wait any longer.
So today I find it slightly odd, and wondering how it is my life came to this moment, that I want Lewis so badly that I am looking forward to having Lewis poke into me every day for the rest of my life.
The answer is, because I am a Type 1 diabetic. Lewis is the pre-emptive name I have given my soon-to-be insulin pump. This is the start of my countdown to when I will start my lifelong relationship with Lewis. I hope it will be a good one.
And I hope my real man doesn't get too jealous.