Jack visited the school nurse’s office while a substitute was holding down the fort. She noticed Jack’s surname and said, “I remember your brother. He’s the diabetic one.” Jack recounted the rest of the conversation for me.
SNURSE: My mother-in-law had diabetes. Your brother is so lucky. Everything is so easy now with the Weight Watchers points.
That was pretty much it. But this retelling made my heart flutter and I will treasure it forever. I’m filing it in the brain-space beside the folder that holds the town library meeting re audiobooks, during which one board member stood up to inform us that he’d done some research and “compact discs are the wave of the future.”
Also, it made me think do I do that? Do I say things about other people’s medical things? I hope I don’t. I wouldn’t put it past me to think I know something about XYZ that the person with XYZ doesn’t know, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t say the thing out loud. But I bet have done so. It is very hard for humans to hold in their imaginary knowledge.
While I realize I can’t be objective, doesn’t it seem like people find diabetes uniquely worthy of their comments? Does any other illness attract this much peanut gallery? The dumb comments we get about celiac are minimal. Joe had the flu. No one said anything dumb about that.
AND… American Idol. (<—Contestant w. Dexcom.)