Ooh. If I have a choice, could I have the seared pate de fois gras diabetes? Or better yet, how about a nice Krug Clos du Mesnil 2003 diabetes?
Iāll go for the champagne! Someone calling it sugar diabetes really riles me.
And itās a much better pairing with the foie gras!
not a comment, but a constant question: ādoes that hurt?ā whenever i am pricking my finger in public before giving myself a bolus. of course it hurts! and thatās just the easy part; iāve got my pump in one side of my abdomen and my cgm sensor on the other side. my goodness.
and just a "P.S."
i am T1D for forever. my father still does not understand anything about D; he still offers me ice-cream, cookies, candy, etc. and, he sends me cut out articles from the New York Times about new medications for T2D. what planet is this man on???
Iām the father of an adult daughter and also a T1D. Most of society, not just family members, are confused about diabetes. Iāve learned that people, for the most part, pay attention to their immediate world. They only have so much bandwidth and sometimes lose sight of the people (like daughters!) most important to them. Itās the nature of human beings.
A parentās time perspective moves more slowly than a childās. Itās just nature. As a parent, itās easy to revert to an outdated parental role like a protector or provider when more of a peer relationship, as with adult children, is better. I donāt know when you received your diabetes diagnosis but it could be that your fatherās reflexive response to you is shifted to a time before you had diabetes, when ice cream, candy, and cookies are associated with an expression of love and affection. It can be awkward for some men to express these feelings well.
Iād be frustrated with the lack of understanding about diabetes that your father expresses, too. Gently remind him of your current reality and you may be surprised at what he can learn over time. Just my two cents as a diabetic, father, and someone that sometimes misses my father!
Thatās what I used to do as well. During the work week, I have a strict, āno snackingā policy to help me control my āDā and stay focused on work instead of managing āDā. However, I guess my co-workers started noticing and soon there were ālow carbā options specifically purchased for me. Talk about sticking out even more!
lol. flavoured diabetes.
last night my father cooked me dinner. all healthy for me; scallops and sautƩed spinach.
but then he offered me pickled beats, white bread and later, ice cream and cookies. my father is around 86 yrs old; is he sinile or still just ignorant and in denial? i am T1D for over 30 years; youād think heād have gotten it already.
Not a comment made to me, but I canāt stand it when people buy me sugar free candy. First of all, the carbs are still there. Second of all (not to use a cliche) my beta cells are dead, not my taste buds.
I think itās really nice they noticed @Khurt_Williams. Our quilting guild has several members each meeting bring snacks & Iāve noticed in the past few years, we get less dessert/coffee cake type stuff & more cheeses and veggie platters. These items are usually the first to go too!
āYouāre addicted to insulin and should ween yourself off itā. WOOHOO!!! I did not try to do that
I wonder if they can point to the research saying insulin is an addictive drug?
Iāve heard something like that in the context of intravenous drug abuse. Why shouldnāt addicts be administered the drug theyāve become physically dependent on? āAfter all, itās no different than diabetics who need to take shots to stay alive.ā Not that Iām unsympathetic to the plight of drug addicts (believe me) but umā¦ No. Not the same.
Someone actually said that? What ignorance. Well they are right. We are all born addicted to insulin. And oxygen. And water. And food. Imagine what would happen to us if we just kicked those habits.
My wifeās family even modified the start of family events that centered around food to accommodate my eating schedule. Because of that, they forever get the right to ask me dumb questions. It means they are listening and learning.
Someone, after having just learned I was T1, said to me āOh, but you donāt look sick.ā I replied," My BG is 86, so right now Iām not. A couple of hours ago it was 247, so then I was."
That is so descriptive of the chronic illness we share. And thatās a great compliment, āYou donāt look sick.ā Or, āthatās sickā is a compliment you know. Iāve never used it. I sometimes find things people say funny and try to make more obvious the absurdity of a statement by taking the statement to another level or to itās logical progression. @karen57 wrote that a new discussion topic wasnāt needed because the words had been said and I put a comment at the end of a post that all words were in the dictionary so any thing written would just be a disordered repetition. I knew that the person was well intended. The fact that I took the comment in a bad light as a rebuke for wanting a conversation says more about me than the other. I excuse my action with, if I take it poorly some others will too and the person should recognise that their original statement was insensitive. But then Iām the one making an insensitive statement. This is an apology that doesnāt fix the past but Iām sorry. I do that in person too when I take offence. And of course I become the offender. And a simple statement about being offended is more effective. Thanks for the forum guidelines reminder.
The worst is I had a woman tell me after she found out my daughter was diabeticā¦āoh my cat is diabetic tooā. How dare she compare my daughter to her damn cat!
Thatās one I have heard too. Why? What? My cat has diabetes. Ssss oooo? Any complications? No I just have to give it a pill the vet told me.
How about a long slow painful death, just like in humans, if it is not treated? As for this magical pill, Iām not sure what youāre referring to. The usual treatment these days is Lantus primarily because itās difficult to give a cat an injection multiple times per day. MDI is not feasible since the most pragmatic way I know of to test a catās BG with a meter is to lance an ear.
I have no way of knowing what the people you encountered were like. But when one of my cats became diabetic, I felt woefully inadequate and unable to truly help a creature I truly cared for.