A Dog Person (Not a People Person)
When it comes to diabetes, dogs are definitely this man's best friends
September 2010 — "I brought treats, but you can't have any." This proclamation has always stunned me. I know my type 2 diabetes is why I'm being told I can't have the aforementioned treats. What has me stumped is why the messenger feels the need to inform me that I am being purposely excluded. What I do know is how I feel, which is a combination of being offended and really pissed off.
How should I respond?
1."Screw you; I'm going to eat it anyway!"
2."Why would you want to bring something that I can't have? Are you trying to get me to file a lawsuit? Discrimination is against the law, you imbecile!"
3."Thank you for reminding me that I should not eat sweets! If it wasn't for considerate people like you, I would probably walk around all day eating candy bars and cinnamon buns, drinking sugar-loaded sodas, and have packets of sugar spilling out of my pockets."
4."Well, I brought something for you!" And with that, I pull out a paintball gun and blast them with red paint. This way we both get to see RED.
All of these sound fine to me, but number four is definitely my favorite...Now back to the real world. Why do some people feel the need to inform me that they have performed a generous action, such as bringing donuts or cupcakes, and then screw it up by telling me that I cannot have any because I have diabetes? Why they feel the need to remind me of what I shouldn'tt eat is beyond me.
The irony is that many of these folks are not slim and trim models, but have bulging rear ends and bellies. They tend to wear pants that are struggling to contain their excessive forms. In short, they should not only refrain from eating sweets, but reduce their over all intake of carbohydrates. One of my favorite comedians sums it up best when he says something like (with my paraphrasing) "When they walk their rear ends bounce around like two raccoons fighting in a sack."
As I've grown older, I've become less patient and tolerant with inconsiderate people. On the other hand, while I have always been a "dog person," I now definitely prefer the company of dogs over people. I should clarify and say, "Most dogs over most people," since a very small minority of dogs can be disagreeable, and some wonderful folks (like my wife) are a pleasure to be around.
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