"BITE ME BIOTCH!"

So I’m in the checkout line at WholeFoods a few months ago, when some “Chicklet” spied my insulin pump and stared at it & me intently.

Chicklet: How long have you been on the insulin pump? she asks all nice like and such.

Me: Four years now.

Chicklet: How long have you had diabetes ?

Me: Since I was 8.

Chicklet: Ya know… if you just cut out all forms of sugars and processed foods, you’d be off insulin in a few months, your body would begin to produce it’s own insulin again. Said “Chick Bitch,” all knowingly and smug like.

Well, At least she didn’t ramble on about a raw food diet sprinkled with massive doses of cinnamon and followed by gallons of green tea, but I digress.

** Normally, I'm all about educating people, but her tone immediately told me she wouldn't listen. Plus, it was late, I was tired, & I didn't feel like having my energy sucked from me by a person who obviously knew it all. Sometimes you have to choose your battles.**

“It's not that simple. If that’s all it really took,don't you think that me; my two sisters, my father, and his two sisters, my two cousins, my nephew, my Great Grandmother and great Uncle would have done it years ago?" And left it at that.

What I wanted to say: "BITE ME BITCH, MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, & GET A F^@KING CLUE!”

I didn’t...but I sure wanted to.