Diabetic Recipes
Frank Cieciorka
Am I a man, or even a person- or just a type with an age?
Should I be mad at what they think-what kind of war should I wage?
"You can overcome diabetes and make it part of your past"
But as an autoimmune, I declare that their thinking should not last!
"Check your blood sugar; you seem to be having a bad day"
Must it always be related to diabetes in every way?
"Should you be eating that brownie, too much sugar you know"
Should I explain the meaning of bolus and my expertise in insulin flow?
"Why, here, did you go so low- you really deserve this excessive blame"
It is just one bad day- not always easy to play this daily game!
"Ooh, ooh stop, I just can not watch you take an injection"
Does your fear of my routine really mimic that of deadly infection?
"Sorry, you are not approved- No medical need"
And if I was your brother or dad- your attitude would change indeed!
"You shouldn't ever be by yourself; you could at some point go low"
Do you think I'm that dependant; must I wear a tracker so you know?
And not to leave the pancreatically-challenged without blame:
Can you please take care of yourselves and not leave us all to shame!
No- diabetes does not automatically cause foot loss and morbid pain!
It's the lack of attention that leads to overall health wax and wane!
Am I more than just a disease or will I lose more respect with age?
Should I be mad at what they think-what kind of war should I wage?
Great post Scott. Those thoughts have been hounding me as well.
It really drives me nuts when people ask me to leave just as I need to do a shot.
Jess
Thanks Jess,
These situations and more irritate me to no end. It felt good to get some of them out in the open. Any to add that get under your skin?
Yes, I do.
It drives me crazy when my grandma sends me all this email saying that Splenda is going to be the death of me and that diet pop is the most awful thing I could do to myself.
I want to pull my hair when I get nasty looks from people that happen see me shoot up. Automatically assuming I'm doing drugs because I'm in the bathroom and trying to be discrete. Teenager in college does not equal drug addict. I actually had someone report me when I gave a shot in one of the bathrooms in the university.
I hate how the first question anybody asks me anymore is, "How's your diabetes?, Doing better?, Got your thumb on it yet?" They don't ask how *I'm* doing as a person. I'm not a person anymore, I'm a disease.
I get really sick of my roommate's dad telling that diabetes is going to kill me if I don't stop eating sugar because he had a brother that died a slow death 50 years ago due to Type 1.
Ah crap, if I say anymore I'll end up pulling the rest of my hair out. :)
Thanks for letting me mini-rant.
Splenda bad for you? I'd like to see those articles. Although- I suppose for every person that praises some dietary creation, there is another who will drive it into the ground.
Can a person with diabetes ever win? Maybe a diet of water and turkey breast will make everyone who throws their two cents into our dietary choices happy.
-Glad you could vent a little!
Thanks for the posts. If diet soda really is a death wish then I am well and truly doomed. And without Splenda my days of sweetness are over. Although my son and I are each different "types" we both shoot the same kinds of insulin. He has taught me to never be embarrassed about shooting up anywhere. He showed me how to shoot through my pants leg or my skirt or even my blouse. And when I am out with my youngest daughter, she is very upfront about me needing to take care of me before we leave a restaurant or a shopping mall or whatever. She says there are literally millions of diabetics here in the US and a lot of people need to learn about life going on around them. If they are dumb then that is on them. Once we were at this fast food place (yes we occasionally eat at Arbys) and a policeman pulled his squad car right up beside me. I had just taken my syringe out of my cold pak and he watched me dial up and then shoot. When I had finished I looked up and smiled. He didn't smile, but also didn't stop me or ask what I was doing. I drove away expecting him to folow me but he didn't. For some reason that pleased me. Maybe he learned from someone in his family. I wish all the days were that easy.
Great to hear you had a memorably good day. Here's to more on the horizon!