Diabetes Blog Week, Day 3. Clean it out.
I’d like to clean-scrub-exfoliate-and swab with a cotton ball, dripping in Clinique Toner #2 my mind of the petty rage items I can’t seem to release:
- My spouse calls ANY kind of memory aid a mnemonic. Example: can I put the vacuum away or did you leave it out as a mnemonic? Or, when I ask if he knows the age of a vial of insulin I find at the foot of the bed that has an inch of decorative paper tape stuck to it, but no date, and I want to know if I should chuck it or use it, he’ll say the paper tape is a mnemonic. Even so, the meaning of the tape and age of the vial remain mysteries.
WTH teachers not following our shiny-new 504 plan? As in, the DAY AFTER we met and agreed you would let me know when you’re going to use food in class so I can provide a GF version, you GIVE HIM PRETZELS? Oh my god. It’s pretzels. And of course he knows to not eat them and–err—there’s actually no immediate DANGER, but…the whole point is…this could not be pettier even with the addition of kazoos and hats with those twirly-bird things on top. I can’t fall asleep at night because pretzels to me indicate a general lack of care for ALL OF THE THINGS.
- This is one of the most beautiful weeks of the year, in terms of weather. I’ve noticed this because it is Mother’s Day-Wedding Anniversary-Birthday Week. You walk the dog and giggly pink petals swirl all around you on a gentle breeze and all that jazz. So there is a lot of pressure to be happy. I hate it. People warned me I should not get married so close to my birthday. They were right. But it’s not like that phenomenon of having a birthday on December 26th, where you feel overlooked and pouty because you’re not getting enough of a spotlight. My problem is the wave after wave of curious happiness-monitors: What did you do for Mother’s Day? (I went to TrialNet) followed by What did you do for your anniversary? (responded to emails from teachers about why they aren’t following the fucking 504) followed by What did you do for your birthday? (this year the answer will surely be: read dreamy blog posts about what people eat.) My rational brain knows no one cares that I didn’t go skydiving with Bono for these occasions. I just resent having to think about it or feeling like I have to doll up my…forget it.
- I remain pissed, although this hasn’t happened for YEARS, at the T2 people in our lives who have weaned themselves off insulin and suggest we try to do the same. Or those who have pre-diabetes, even though they like, totally don’t deserve it, all they eat is health food, and then shrug as they tuck into a box of Triscuits and a bag of Craisins.
- I can’t even deal with celiac disease people who don’t have T1d and their enthusiasm for Udi’s cinnamon buns and Aldi’s new cheesecake quartet. (I’m sure both are very tasty.)
- I don’t like when people list the things they hate. I love it. If you don’t have anything nice to say, sit by me. Better yet, put a petty concern in the comments! We know it is not good for us but it is at times irresistible. Like icy Diet Cokes! Dwelling in negativity can be delicious.
May I be happy. May you be happy. May all beings be happy.
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