Does it annoy you when people who are totally fully well and working trash their bodies? It does me. My husband is 49 years old yet he stills carries on like an idiot drinking to passing out almost when he gets with the footy mates, especially when they win the Grand Final like last night….coz that sooooo matters. They didn’t even know who won the election. It got me mad. I wrote a letter. From me, to the person who has a body that totally works:
Dear person who has a fully working body
please don’t taunt me with your stories about how far you ran last week (while I also run it is spattered with BGL checks mid stream, glucose grabs, wearing a bum bag with all my supplies in which hampers my style and the run is often cut short due to my levels)
please don’t tell me how hung over you are and let me see your wrecked body (all through your own doing) as you stagger out of bed after a big night (I am trying to stay as healthy as I can because my body is already partly screwed)
please don’t sit there mindlessly shoving food down your throat (a family size block) as I count every 1 gram of carb and try to work out how my insulin to carb ratio is going to pan out
please don’t repeat the story about how magical your water birth was and how you did it all pain relief free, while I knew I would have a high risk pregnancy and held my breath for 37 and a half weeks until they cut me open to pull my precious babies out safely from my “diabetic environment” (true label said to me as I was about to have my last baby)
please don’t whinge about how much the shots hurt when you went overseas (I estimated how many injections I have so far had in my lifetime today to be around 63,875)
please don’t tell me you understand.You don’t.
please look at me like you would anyone else, but know, that I am not like anyone else. I am like me.
And I have diabetes.
And I am awesome.
And You have a fully working body.
PLEASE don’t trash it but – if you do decide to keep on doing so, pass me your pancreas. I could do with one