I like to think I'm a pretty easy going person. There's not much that rattles my cage. Well, you might check with The Mr. on that one. I guess what I'm getting at is that up until recently, I haven't really had any diabetes-related pet peeves. Especially not in the realm of Did you actually just say that to me?

There was that one time when a friend of mine forgot I had diabetes and apologized several days later for setting a plate of (burned) cookies (which I didn't eat because they were BURNED) in front of me during a meeting. I sort of laughed that one off. I mean, saying you're sorry for encouraging someone to eat burned cookies is actually a little comical.

I used to read through threads on Diabetic Mommy about irritating things people have said to us and have seriously thought that either no one around me is stupid enough to say those things or that I was naive enough to think stupid comments were an invitation for diabetes 101. I mean, the people who love me only have my best interests in mind, right? So I should be grateful that they're noticing what's going on with me.

The ignorant comments have officially started to get to me, though. And I don't mean ignorant as in mean, I mean ignorant as in uninformed. Yesterday when I was low--and acting fine, I might add--someone actually said something about not wanting me to go into a coma. Wrong end of the spectrum, bucko.

It's those off-handed, sarcastic comments that may have gotten a laugh out of me in the past that now make me want to strangle someone. Funny how time and knowledge can change your perspective.