Todays post is inspired by my (our) invisible illness, diabetes. This week is National Invisible Chronic Illness Week, something all of us deal with on a 24X7 basis. Bottom line, we never get a diabetes break or vacation - It's a part of us, like it or not.
Every single day, diabetes is our constant companion.~
To look at me, you’d never realize that I’m doing all sorts of carb calculations & diabetes math, as we sit discussing menu options and life at the restaurant we're dining at.
But if you took a good look at my hands, you'd see my finger tips are freckled and calloused from testing my blood sugars 10 to 15 times a day.
And at first glance, my insulin pump might be mistaken as a pedometer or newfangled cell phone.
FYI, if you think it's a beeper, you need to wake up dude - it's not 1991.
To see me walk down the street you’d never know that I haven’t had a day off from type1 diabetes in 12,410 days.
12,418 if you count the leap years.
To hear me laugh you’d never know that I spend a lot of time worrying about EVERYTHING. Including but not limited to; diabetes, blood sugars, carb calculations, family history repeating itself, complications, career, money, life and being alone.
When we first meet, it’s probably not obvious that the night before I woke myself out of a sound sleep at 4 a.m.
Why? Because my heart was pounding, my lips were numb, and my sheets were soaking wet with sweat, thanks to a blood sugar of 45.
Instead you see a woman with hazel green eyes that are indeed “1 in a million,” a winning smile, and a gregarious personality that some call feisty; many call funny, and more than a few call smart.
And if you happen to see me on my ever so rare, mid morning coffee runs, You might just think I need a cup of coffee, which is true.
But that need for a mid morning coffee was most likely caused by a nasty (and thankfully, not normal) 6:30 am blood sugar of 330.
An occurrence that leaves me feeling like I’m walking through J-E-L-L-O, making my mid morning coffee jolt a real need, not a want.
To look at me you’d never know that my pancreas is not only faulty; it’s down right broken.
When you pass me on the street I bet you don’t realize I’m an insulin whore.
My diabetes is invisible… for the most part.
But it’s always with me; in me, and by my side.
It’s the longest relationship I’ve ever had.
My diabetes might be invisible too others, but it’s my reality.
AND I OWN IT.