Today is #dblogcheck day. The idea is to ‘check in’ by commenting on any diabetes blogs you read today. The hope is that by commenting, you’ll be reminding people that they are not alone. I love this idea! Thanks to Christopher Snider (@iam_spartacus). Look for the #dblogcheck tag to find some #dblogs to read. You may find a new favourite!
I make dozens of diabetes choices every day. From what I will eat, to the dose of insulin I take, to how many times I’ll check my BGLs, these are all choices that I make. Sometimes they are made with careful consideration. Other times, I barely give them a second thought.
But regardless, I stand by these decisions and their consequences – good or bad. Generally, the outcomes impact me and me alone: too little insulin, a BGL of 20mmol/l means I guzzle water, rage bolus and feel like crap until I get back in range; too much insulin, a low that is usually managed with a juice or a handful of jelly beans. Most of time, I manage to ‘fix the damage’ and move on without involvement of anyone else.
One of the burdens of diabetes is how it affects those around us. On the rare occasions I need assistance I experience incredible guilt afterwards. I know I shouldn’t, and I’m never made to feel guilty, but it is how I feel.
I have never heard anyone in my family complain or even comment on their role in my diabetes. I know that doesn’t mean that they don’t get pissed off by my AWOL beta cells (being woken up in the middle of the night and then having to get up to grab me a juice or put on some toast is, whilst a rare occurrence, certainly not fun for my husband), but I never hear complaining.
To date, my daughter’s involvement has been minimal. There have been a handful of times, perhaps, when I have asked her to grab me my lolly jar. For her, I suspect the biggest inconvenience is having to explain to her friends why said lolly jar is out of bounds for their grabby (grubby?) fingers, and the times where we’ve had to briefly postpone whatever we’re about to do as I wait for my BGLs to come up to a safer level.
Last year, when a friend needed to call an ambulance after a particularly nasty hypo, I worried for a long time (I still do!) about how she would feel about my diabetes. For a while, it felt that she was watching me very closely every time we went out to make sure that I wasn’t going to collapse on her again.
I can’t imagine how scary it would have been to have me suddenly pass out. She did such a sterling job of managing this situation (right down to warning the paramedic that I was going to be seriously annoyed when I ‘came to’ and start asking a million questions), and I couldn’t have asked for a more sensible or thoughtful person to have around for this. But still – I worry that it was a choice I made (or didn’t) that resulted in her having to take an active role in dealing with my diabetes. She didn’t sign up for that when she and I became friends back when we were teenagers.
While I try to make choices that yield results that impact me and me alone, I think a lot about how others feel about my diabetes. What I want those around me to know is that I’m sorry when they have to get involved. But also, I’m so grateful.