Sunday, July 27, 2014
Sometimes living with diabetes seems very isolating. I get stuck in this mindset that the non-diabetics around me (so basically everyone) do not understand it takes to live with a chronic disease day to day. And while it is probably true that they can't understand, I often catch myself feeling that they don't care or want to care about it either. In reality I know that this isn't true and it's good that I have small reminders now and then. My ever curious son reminds me with his endless barrage of questions when I check my blood sugar. "Dad, what is your sugar blood?" or "How does that machine tell your blood sugar?" Or when he understands allows me to recover after a bad low when all he really wants to do is play with his dad. Co-workers remind me by telling me they have a bag of emergency candy in the filing cabinet drawer after they weren't allowed to have a community candy drawer anymore. But I think the biggest reminders come from the Pretty Lady in My Life, most of the time probably without her knowing it. It is in the drowsy offers for help with a late night low and leaving the wrapper with the nutrition facts out when she cooks dinner. And it is in her willingness to sacrifice so I can have things that may not be a necessity, but that make my life a little easier to handle. Since it's so easy to get in that rut of feeling isolated and alone, I am so thankful for the little reminders that come about.