Waiting for my proverbial “parachute” to open, and the BG free-fall to stop (safely). I cannot help but thinking of some hopelessly silly experiences I’ve had re: this dragon. My question what is the outright silliest situation, the funniest experience(s) that you’ve had regarding/because of your diabetes…
Lets see. I was maybe 10 years old. Went down to the local hospital for the four month lab draw. It was a beautiful spring day. Mom took me, and after we were going to get to eat PANCAKES in the hospital’s cafiteria. They were delicious and I liked em… a lot. It was fun… well almost!
Hospitals were scary places, all the doctors and nurses who could do “mean” things to me. But, some were nice, and I’d even fallen in love once or twice with the pretty young nurses at different times. We popped into the administrators office there was no line, and Mom answered the same silly questions they always asked.
I was a pro by then. Proud I knew where we were going and how to get there fast. My favorite VAMPIRE, my buddy Scott was on today. He was fun, interesting and real fast getting the blood out. I liked him. He never hurt me.
We got to the lab waiting area, and there was nobody there for a Saturday morning. A couple “old” people, a girl in her early twenties, and a little girl, 4, 5 sitting across from me, looking through a coloring book, completely absorbed. I looked around, most were scared, or pretty nervous, tired. But I could hear my buddy Scott, and was not afraid.
I watched the girls mother at the window, talking with somebody. I looked at the girl and realized she had no idea where she was… “innocent”. Rolling my eyes, I read the story I was writing for mom.
Scott called me in, we talked about a movie I wanted to see as he read the order, and got out the vials, rolling his stool into position. “Which arm you want to use today…” he asked respectfully? I thought about it a second, and gave him the right.
The little girl was now sitting in the next booth over. Her mother sat her down, and went to find the tech. Her mother hadn’t told her what was about to happen. She was clueless why she was there. The tech and the mother appeared at the same time, and the tech pulled out the necessary vials.
I looked into Scotts eyes and looked in the girls direction. He sighed, pulling the second vial out painlessly, perfect as always. He knew what I meant without words. He cringed with me, a grim brief smile, knowing what was coming next.
The tech pushed seeking a good vein in her tiny arm, the little girl no longer “allowd” to read her book. She watched the tech probing, silent and curious. The tournaquit tied firmly, the girl becoming puzzled?
“…What’s THAT for mommy…?..”
“…Oh nothing sweetie… the nice lady is going to take some blood…”
“…BLOOD mommy… where’s she gonna get the blood from…”
The tech now realizing the terrifying situation she was in… her young patient had not been told!
“…I’m going to take some blood from your arm honey…”
The words sinking into her slowly began to register. Thinking of their meaning… the young tech pulled out the needle, screwing it securely on. At which point her words were understood.
“…ITS MYYYYYYYYY BLOOD,…”
My blood you can’t have it it’s MY blood…"
The young technician had never experienced a dangerous five year old before.
“…Its ok honey…” the words practiced, false and worthless. I looked at Scott stifled a giggle smiling knowingly. He was needed. The tiny girl was violently struggling prepairing her escape. Her howling protests echoing through the lab.
“…MYYYYYYY BLOOOOOOD… you can’t have it TAKE HER BLOOOOOOD…” she screamed pointing angrily at her quivering frightened mother. The young tech was completely overwhelmed.
“…Hi Karen… my name’s Scott…” my friend the vampire was going to make it better. I held my moms hand and walked into the cool hallways, hungry for the pancakes she promised.
That was over thirty years ago now. But I still smile when I think of it. What stuff have you encountered that makes you smile because of your diabetes?