Warning: The following may contain bad words
This is especially true when it bites me in the ass because of a brain fart that causes a “major hypo”! More than that though, it’s especially true when such a hypo happens in the middle of the night when I might otherwise be asleep. As we all know, this can be a super dangerous pickle to be in (nothing against otherwise happy pickles of course).
I hope that those of you who know me get the sense that I love my diabetes because of the blessing in disguise thing. At least, D-Love is the sense that I always try to (and truly have to) project! If I didn’t feel this way today, I would simply have to give up. But I don’t give up because I can’t give up. I mean, nobody else is gonna love my diabetes for me are they!?.
And even if they did… I figure that D-Love won’t help me (or anyone else) unless it comes from within. The simple act of D-Love generates a real sense of D-Power for me (and hopefully for others)! I know one thing for sure. Since my diabetes and I are inextricably linked because we live in the same body, I figure I have to love my diabetes so that the two of us can more effectively work as a team in our shared D-Quest!
By the way, I recently had one of those previously mentioned “major hypos” in the middle of the night last week. Needless to say, waking up in a pool of your own drool and pee and whatnot is never fun, but I’ll tell ya… I was rather shocked to hear what came out of my mouth in my post-hypo trying-to-recover-my-brain mode. I screamed out, “I cannot do this!” more than once. I also felt a twinge of not loving my diabetes but of almost hating it instead.
Ouch, that was a personal shocker for me here because I don’t often remember hearing myself say those words. But when diabetes bites me in the ass, I gotta get back up and keep on trying the best I can even though I know my personal diabetes management is far from perfect. Good thing I don’t strive for D-Perfection though…
Cause I imagine that might make me a sad D-Pilgrim. Who wants to be sad? Not me. So, here’s to the beautiful D-Imperfection (imperfect BGs you know) that I can live with
By J.A. Neitzel