there are so many things that we of the rouge pancreases have to deal with and remember each day that, occasionally, we are bound to forget something or other. this does not make us bad diabetics…it makes us human. but i feel as if i get placed on a completely different level of expectations than your average joe. i have to be perfect because it’s more important for me to remember all those little gadgets and objects that keep me healthy than for someone else to remember their sunglasses. but let’s face it - there’s a LOT of stuff to remember. so of course i forget things sometimes, but never when i know i’m not going to be within a reasonable distance from home should i need to go back for something.
so here it is. as always i was sitting in my computer room where i drink my coffee and decide what to eat while i check my favorite sites on the web. as always, my meter is sitting on the desk in front of me. finally i decide to eat and test my blood sugar. i was greeted with a glorious reading of 95. seriously lovely really. i was happy and munched on the left over pasta salad i’d brought up. fast forward a few hours later. my fiance wants to go out. so we gather (well, mostly i gather up all the important stuff and head out. i swear that i grabbed the meter. but we go to a restaurant and after we order i start digging through my bag. no luck. i dig a little more furiously as sometimes in that massive bag i carry, things can become difficult to find. still nothing. i systematically empty my purse onto the table in front of us and then look up at my fiance. “you forgot your meter, didn’t you?” silent nod “bad diabetic, you should know better.” he was just joking (or so he claimed) but it still annoyed me. yes, i have to remember to bring this stuff with me wherever i go every day. you may think it would be an automatic thing by now. but i can’t tell you how many times he and i have gone out to the car to drive somewhere and i go through the check list with him. “did you grab your keys? your wallet? your cell?” he gives me the old check, check, and check. i cannot tell you how many times he’s had to go back into the house for one of those checked off items. when you’re so used to grabbing something that you need, there are occasions when you will forget it because you can honestly swear that you did put it in your bag.
being only human just doesn’t seem to be acceptable when your a diabetic.