A delightful rant

One of my current irritations (well, long standing irritations) is when people say, "Oh, you have diabetes, but you manage it so well. You'll be fine. I mean, I know that some diabetics have problems. In fact, one of my aunt's nephew's cousins had Type 1 diabetes and he drank/smoked/didn't exercise/ate potato chips and he went blind/had kidney failure/had his leg amputed/died. But that won't happen to you."

Yeah, right. I eat a good diet. My doctor tells me that I eat an unnaturally good diet, actually. And I am becoming heavily addicted to running. But you know what? The last 2 weeks my blood sugar has been lousy. Super lousy. All because of this rotten cottonwood.

Allergies make my blood sugar go up. I get up in the morning feeling bad because my blood sugar was high all night. I struggle all day to keep it down, taking nutty amounts of insulin and going for walks when required. I eat less. I eat low carb. Gah! I do it all, and I still get rotten results.

After a couple of weeks of this, last night my pump site failed (stopped working) and my blood sugar rose to a delightful 14. Normal is 4-6. 14 feels foggy, icky, and as if I need to go for a long wade and drink in a desert oasis. Blech. So I was up a lot of the night.

And that's why this "But you manage it so well" is so annoying. I do manage it quite well. But life is rough, and random events happen that send my blood sugar off on an adventure of its own. And I am dragged along with it, growling irritably.