Diabetes is such a challenging disease. It really pushes our sensibilities, and makes us be bigger judges of ourselves, our health, and our bodies, than most people will ever be. I think it goes with the territory that we may feel this sense of weight, perhaps recrimination, if what we “judge” or “deem” to be a good choice for our health doesn’t pan out. It’s no wonder we often consider those who give well meaning advice (even though it might be misinformed, annoying, or misguided) as policing of our behaviors. Of course, people also want to police our behaviors, sometimes, because they’re scared. They are scared out of their minds that they are going to lose us, or that we will get hurt… I have to say… I understand that mentality: I lost my father to Diabetes, and by God, I tried to police his behavior soooo much, along with everyone else. I understand that it’s not done out of meanness, for the most part (I can’t say that jerkwad at work that goes “oh, i could never inject myself…” cares about you and me)… but it is mostly done because when Diabetes strikes a person in a family, do not kid yourself… Diabetes strikes the ENTIRE family. Those people, right now, have Type 3 Diabetes. They will be in a constant paranoia… worried about you… concerned about you… watching over you. They will become as hella annoying as can be! lol
Excellent…how true.
Well you gave me some good ideas here. If something crops in my mind I will let you know.
Thank you for this post.
What do you think of this?
PS I’ve posted this as something humourous
Here are the Lyrics to
song : "Dream Police"
Artist(Band): Cheap Trick
The dream police, they live inside of my head.
The dream police, they come to me in my bed.
The dream police, they’re coming to arrest me, oh no.
You know that talk is cheap, and those rumors ain’t nice.
And when I fall asleep I don’t think I’ll survive the night, the night.
'Cause they’re waiting for me.
They’re looking for me.
Ev’ry single night they’re driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.
The dream police, they live inside of my head.
(Live inside of my head.)
The dream police, they come to me in my bed.
(Come to me in my bed.)
The dream police, they’re coming to arrest me, oh no.
Well, I can’t tell lies, 'cause they’re listening to me.
And when I fall asleep, bet they’re spying on me tonight, tonight.
'Cause they’re waiting for me.
They’re looking for me.
Ev’ry single night they’re driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.
I try to sleep, they’re wide awake, they won’t let me alone.
They don’t get paid or take vacations, or let me alone.
They spy on me, I try to hide, they won’t let me alone.
They persecute me, they’re the judge and jury all in one.
'Cause they’re waiting for me.
They’re looking for me.
Ev’ry single night they’re driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.
The dream police police police
The dream police,police police
The dream police,police police
I remember that song. lol It’s how it can be, if we don’t control them somehow! hehe