When I was sick, Leanne would make sure that I tested my blood sugar every two hours. I would fall asleep around 7pm and at 9 as she was winding down for the night she would come in gently tap me and tell me to go test my blood sugar. That sounds amazing, the love and affection that comes with caring for me while I'm sick is crazy. Yet I still got angry with her and I cant truly say why. I felt like garbage and getting out of bed was painful, I was so comfortable and now I have to go test my blood sugar. I would feel fine but that wasn't good enough, Leanne needed to see a number.
That sounded a lot like what my parents would do when I was younger and newly diagnosed. Years and years of questions about testing my blood sugar or asking for the number drove me to hate my diabetes for years. I was a teenager and thought I knew everything, I could take care of myself. Twenty years later I've grown up and although I still get upset when someone asks if I tested I know it is because they care. I'm amazed at the number of people in my everyday life that care, from co workers to trainers, to athletes, they will ask what my blood sugar was or if I tested my blood sugar. Instead of being angry I have now smile when someone asks about my blood sugar. If no one asked then I wouldn't be alive. I'm thankful for everyone that helps me in my fight against diabetes, I'm not alone and together we have become very very good at showing diabetes who is in control!!