Sometimes I like to look at diabetes with humorous shades on. It kind of numbs the pain.
Did you ever think that diabetes was overly ironic? I often do.
I can’t help but think about how many times I was prepared for a low blood sugar only to have a low during the one or two rare times I didn’t carry something.
What about the time I got the insulin pump? I was 16 years old. I was so sure it would make diabetes easier and doctors assured me my blood sugars would be much easier to control. Yet, two years after I got on the pump, I sat dumbfounded, wondering how I had managed to gain 20 pounds, have worse blood sugar management, and still feel that diabetes was impossible to control.
When I was a teenager, I thought, “exercise is always good” and took that literally. So when I had high blood sugars, I wouldn’t skip the soccer match or basketball game. I’d play. I later realized that might have caused me some nerve damage and who knows what else. (Slowly shaking head)
I remember a few years ago, when I discovered the possible dangers of aspartame and splenda, how betrayed I felt. When I was diagnosed, I was so happy to have diet coke, sugar free jello, and crystal light, any time I wanted. So to find out that some damage to my health may have been caused by what had long been my sweet tooth savior-well, you can bet I threw my hands in the air and much like Tarzan, yelled “Whyyyyyyy?!”
Diabetes is ironic. Your effort level can be at 100% and your health might simultaneously be at 80%. Someone else’s effort level might be at 50% and their health be at 85%. That’s right. Diabetes can be a silly slap in the face. What will we learn next that will be contrary to what we know now? I mean, I try to keep my blood sugars around 100. Will there soon be a news flash to kindly let me know that has been the wrong thing to do all along? We’re sort of aiming in the dark, folks. I think this is where our faith steps in. Me personally…I try to have faith that I just do what seems to be right based on info I have today and when that changes, I change, and hopefully, my body will hold out and I’ll get some kind of reward in the end. When I don’t see a reward right away, I’ll have to try to assume there is one on the way.
Here is something interesting: Supposedly…my chances for developing PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome) rose by A LOT when diagnosed with type 1 diabetes (then it rose more with my high blood sugars). This led to my ovaries dropping more eggs at a time than the normal one per month. According to doctors I have spoken with, this syndrome I have might have very well been the reason for my twin pregnancy. So there is a good chance diabetes gave me my wonderful twin babies. A crazy way to look at it? Maybe…but I’ll take all the positive I can get out of diabetes. (Big cheesy smile)
Do you think diabetes is ironic?