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I have always done everything I can to avoid hospitalization. Aside from concern about potential surprise bills, it’s a control thing: I’ve simply been afraid of turning over care of my blood glucose levels to anyone else. I’ve had numerous outpatient surgeries and procedures, but for the nearly three decades since I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes in my mid-20s, I never spent a night in a hospital.

In retrospect, the one time I should have accepted hospital admission was immediately following the shock of the diagnosis, which followed close on several months of unexplained weight loss, increasingly unbearable thirst, blurring vision, and general disorientation. My blood glucose level had been off the charts, plus I needed time to reckon with the loss of freedom for my always more or less healthy and fit body and to begin to learn to balance insulin shots, glucose levels, food intake, physical activity, and much else. But I was in denial (with predictable consequences) for quite some time afterward, and had also turned down the cost of health insurance when entering graduate school.

In the hospital.

In any case, one frigid, iced-over night this early January, I […]