Thursday’s Prompt:
“Having a positive attitude is important . . . but let’s face it, diabetes isn’t all sunshine and roses (or glitter and unicorns, for that matter). So today let’s vent by listing ten things about diabetes that we hate. Make them funny, make them sarcastic, make them serious, make them anything you want them to be!!”

All right…10 things I hate about Diabetes

  1. I hate how I feel like I have to “chase” my blood sugar. Ex. The high one morning is from overtreating an overnight low…I will have to “chase” the high with a correction bolus, which could possibly make me go low again…then I have to chase that low…and end up in this ugly cycle of chasing highs and lows that could, theoretically, last for days.

  2. I hate the terribly inopportune times when my blood sugar chooses to suddenly plummet…like in the middle of the night, or just at the wrong moment during sex (yeah, I went there. Deal.)

  3. I hate the way I have to look at food. Just going to the grocery store is an experience in which I can have an epic roller coaster of mood swings…just by deciding what kind of food to buy or not buy! (Oh that pasta looks soooooo good…but if I get it, I’m going to have to forgo the break and bake cookies, or drink only skim milk for the next 2 weeks…I wonder if they have those cookies in a smaller package so I don’t feel quite as guilty…)

  4. I hate that I have to be a first rate detective to figure out why my blood sugar is dropping/rising/staying steady/not dropping fast enough/not rising fast enough…you get the point. Ex. Why, when I went to bed at a nice, pretty 128, did I wake up 8 hours later with a yucky 272? I had no high fat food, in fact, no food at all, no temp basals, no boluses, no occlusions, plenty of insulin in my pod, site looks fine, no explanation!!!

  5. I hate the way you wear me out. I am not a high maintenance person by nature, but to keep up with you sometimes takes more effort than I want to put forth! Sometimes I just get SO TIRED.

  6. I hate the random pod occlusions, especially when they happen because I just by chance happened to hit a capillary and freakin’ blood spews everywhere when I take the pod out. And I hate how I know exactly how much $$ I wasted on the insulin that was in the pod that I now have to discard.

  7. I hate having to tell someone that I’m diabetic for the first time, and having to deal with whatever weird reaction they happen to have…whether it’s “But you’re so skinny! And so young!”, or, “Well what on earth are you doing eating THAT? PUT THAT FOOD DOWN!”, or, “Oh, do you have sugar diabetes or brittle diabetes?”, or, “Hey, I know an Amish doctor that can cure you! You want his number?” You get the picture.

  8. I hate the way you get in my head and make me turn against myself in my darker moments. Do whatever you want to my body, but STAY OUTTA MY MIND!!!

  9. I hate the way that I have become so desensitized to stabbing myself with needles, that I have developed a complex about having other people stick me to draw blood. I get so freaking worked up about it that I have had panic attacks WHILE having my blood drawn. This is embarassing for me, and ridiculous in the eyes of the medical professional who can’t understand how I can poke myself upwards of 10 times a day, but cannot stand to have someone else do it to me.

  10. I hate how hard you are to explain to people who don’t know you like I do. Sometimes, I just don’t have the energy or time to educate someone correctly about misconceptions they might have. Sometimes, I just shrug and let them keep believing whatever they’ve heard, and go about my merry way.

I was this close (holding fingers up and signaling a really small amount) to putting #7 on my list. I blogged mine at: WhatSomeWouldCallLies.com. Good list.

great list, carrie! i like how you worded #1. we are constantly “chasing,” aren’t we?

I can relate to a lot of these, but number 9 brought back a lot of memories for me. I don’t have the panic attacks, but I hate for anyone else to stab me. I would rather they just hand me the tools and let me do it myself. No one else has ever given me a shot - why shouldn’t I get to do my own blood draws, too?