I can empathize, to a certain extent. I was dx’d in 1986 and I remember the urine testing and the glucose meters that took 120 seconds to pop back a result based on the color pads of the old Accu-Chek strips. I can’t imagine how my mother and father figured out how to dose me, feed me, and keep themselves sane.
As a diabetic today, there’s way more to balance. There’s pumps, CGMS, different insulin types, insulin-to-carb ratios, and a bevy of complications to be paranoid about. It’s a full-time job, managing all this stuff. Burnout is evitable. But at least it comes in waves, like some kind of diabetes ebb-and-flo.
By the way, I work as an editor for dLife. What did you think of the rest of the segment?