Embracing My Inner Diabetes BIOTCHES!!!!!!!!

Kelly (or Cybil or Eve - depends on who you ask) and her Diabetes Biotches A 'La Worhol

I’m a pretty nice person for the most part.
My friends say I'm funny and loyal - and I can live with that.
I always say please and thank-you.
I always try to see the glass half full.
I don’t litter and I recycle daily.
Kids, old people, and dogs dig me.

And I’m learning the fine art of forgiveness and trying to practice it daily.

Still, I have a temper and on occasion I use it. Usually when pushed to the extreme.

I know how words hurt. I’ve suffered from their blows. And I know the full power of my own words, and try to use them for the good. And only rarely (and in the most extreme of circumstances) do I call upon their powers and take full advantage of my verbal annihilation skills which are not only genetic, but come from years of fine tuning based on my sardonic humor, quick wit, and the ignorance of others.
During those times, I become and embrace fully, my inner Diabetic Bitch.

But when my blood sugar is high – as in off the charts high, like the mid 300 hundreds, my nerves become short, and my proverbial fuse, non-existent.
I’ve been told I get testy – and not the godoatest, testy type of way. But in the Diabetes High Blood Sugar Bitch type of way. I believe it’s is my body’s way of telling me (along with the feeling of walking through Jell-O) that my body is in dire need of insulin and if I don’t get it soon, I won’t be able to tell you what I need. I’m not loud, violent, or incoherent, I’m just plain old BITCHY. Now when I'm low, I'm quiet and bit spacey, but that's another post.


My mother would always say that “the diabetics in the house tempers would soar when their blood sugars did.’ It used to get me angry when she said that. I guess deep down inside I knew she was right. Plus, my temper was nowhere near the explosiveness of my father or sister.

My fuse, diabetic or not, has always been on the long side. But when it’s finally fully ignited, look out!

Now, whenever my mom and I disagree and the discussion gets heated, she blames my blood sugar. “Is your blood sugar high? Your crabby!”

9 times out of 10, it’s not my blood sugar. It’s something that George W did, or the fact that my mother still treats me like a child - I'm the youngest of six and will always be her baby, or the fact that 9/10Th's of the world still have absolutely no clue about the Big D.

Still I embrace both my Diabetes Bitches - OK, I sound like a Pimp - Sorry.

Both have made strong, vocal, and aware.

Rarely does the true Diabetes High Blood Sugar Bitch surface - thank God, but when she does, it’s to let me know I need checkout my blood sugar and bolus. She protects me from myself.

But when my Diabetic Bitch surfaces, she’s there to protect others and me from injustices, wrong doing, and ignorance of others.

And you know what? I’m fine with that.