I have been having a lot of trouble with my diabetes lately. It has not been playing fair, I think due to troublesome lumps in my stomach from too many injections and the drip, drip, drip of my insulin pump, as well as a slow tummy from my Gastroparesis playing up with the way my food and insulin work together.
There are therefore, many moments of frustration and whinging as I change my pump site yet again when my blood glucose is staying stubbornly high.
I was having one of those afternoons yesterday and in the early evening, after a number of attempts to bring my levels down with a bolus of insulin, had one of those moments and stomped off, muttering, to change my site. Again.
“Stupid diabetes” I hear from my 5 year old Max as he followed me. “I hate it when your pump does that”. “Oh it’s not my pump darling, it’s my diabetes” I say, “my stupid diabetes”. “Yes” he said, “your diabetes is stupid, I wish you were just a Mummy who was like this but didn’t have diabetes”. Me too, I said….
“I know” he said, “just tell your diabetes you are not going to play with it anymore. You are not going to give any attention to it, unless something is wrong and you really need to do something, just tell it that”.
I stood there a bit gobsmacked. Amazed at this old head on tiny shoulders. Changed my pump. Told my diabetes to get back in its box and got on with my night.
He might be 5, but sometimes the best support comes from unexpected places of love.
Founder and Director Diabetes Counselling Online, person with type 1 diabetes for 35 years,mum of 3 and blogger at www.recycledinteriors.org