Sometimes being grateful means looking for the silver lining in something that is generally a rain cloud. In this case, it is a chronic rain cloud. A rain cloud without a cure.
Diabetes is mad annoying and frustrating and scary, but it’s not all needles and blood and people asking me Are you sure you can eat that? (For the record: Oh my god yes I’m sure)
Here are a few things that aren’t terrible about living with type 1 diabetes:
- When my blood sugar is low, it is a medical emergency that I eat/drink sugar is some form. Sometimes that form happens to be a candy bar. Chocolate is medicine, y’all.
- I always carry at least one juice box and granola bar with me, and there have been many-an-occasion where I’ve been out and about and very hungry and didn’t technically need the granola bar because of blood sugar reasons, but….. I was hungry. So I ate the granola bar and felt better anyways. Never underestimate the power of a casual granola bar. Also, once I was on the subway in NYC and a homeless man was asking if anyone had any food for him, so I gave him my granola bar. It was actually a Lara Bar so I don’t know how stoked he was, but he said thank you. Anyways, Granola Bars 4 The People.
- I get to bring my purse with me during the queues for rollercoasters at theme parks instead of paying $2 each time to put it in one of those stupid lockers for 15 minutes.
- I’m a carb-counting wizard. Since low-carb diets aren’t “the thing” anymore, no one probably cares, but it is a finely crafted skill of mine! TRY ME!
- Cheese doesn’t have carbs so I’d like all of it, please and thank you. Not sorry. Also, bacon.
- I’ll take your “No outside food/drinks permitted” and raise you Type 1 Diabetes. That’s what I thought, thank you for understanding. Now please step aside so my friends and I can skip the snack bar and enjoy all the food I brought for us to share.
- The school nurses were always nice and respectful to me instead of just eyeing me suspiciously as if I were another outrageous teenager faking sick to leave school early.
- It has given me a lot of ridiculous things to write about which is good when you want to be…… a writer.
- I can intimidate people with complex medical terms like hyperglycemia and ketoacidosis (which, I just learned from the squiggly red line underneath it, Microsoft Word doesn’t even know is a real word. Add to dictionary, betch) and hemoglobin a1c. Yeah. I really know my shit!!!!!!!
- I’ve only been to one diabetes conference, but it was wonderful and I got to meet so many other kind, funny, awesome people with diabetes (who inspired me to start this blog and now here we are) (hi!) that I would never have met if my arguably over-zealous immune system hadn’t destroyed my beta-cells, leaving my pancreas to flounder in a sea of guts. It’s really cool to talk to other people that also experience this weird disease on a daily basis. And not just because we all have a similar struggle, but because they are also just cool people. It’s not all about diabetes. Diabetes wants it to be all about diabetes, but we do our best not to allow that.
Cheese is awesome and so is the support, friendship, and necessary humor I have found from other diabetics/the DOC.
Cheers to that, and may the Thanksgiving-meal-bolus-calculations be ever in your favor.