VQR: Living With: Self-Portrait of a Diabetic Life
Ten years ago, while rummaging through my childhood bedroom, I found a collection of red biohazard boxes that were completely full of my used diabetes-treatment supplies. Upon opening them, I was hit with the smell of insulin like a soda can filled with rubbing alcohol. The visual chaos of nearly two decades of medical equipment overtook me. Instead of taking them to the hospital or other collection site for disposal, as is recommended, I saved them, and have been adding to the collection ever since.