I was in the health center at my very much so non-diabetes camp. There were two nurses there, and me. I was the health center aid, and loving it. One nurse was leaving for her week off, and I was helping to file the forms from that week. Nurse 2 was training for the week she was about to start.
Time for my fasting bs. 209. The humidity has brought my site problems that I thought were solved back into full few. I went through 6 sites in 2 days this week.
And then Nurse 2 made an ultimate no-no. "Somebody had too much food and not enough exercise yesterday."
What the heck?
I checked my site and dialed up a bolus.
Nurse 2: "Oh, you have a pump. I used to know someone who had diabetes that was very brittle."
Me: "I hate that word."
N2: "Anyways, her doctor told her she had to get a pump, but she didn't, so she had complications by the time she was 30. Eventually she stopped being so noncompliant and got a pump."
me: "Great *sarcasm*."
People irritate me. And I have spent this whole week fighting it. The night before:
Camper: "Megan, do you have low blood sugar?"
Me: "No, but I have diabetes."
Camper: *frightened look* "My great grandma died of diabetes."
Me: "And I am sure she was a lot older than I am, and I take good care of myself."
So that has been my week comment wise. But in good news, I have some new Cleo 90s to try out!
About Me
- Christine
- I'm a 20-something year old working as an RN. I'm also in graduate school obtaining my masters degree. I bought my first house just over a year ago. I'm always looking for a way to save some change!
6 comments:
I get what you're saying. I have asked my husband to stop announcing Riley's sugars to me when out in public. People just don't understand and will get a look of horror on their faces when his sugar is even a little high. They act as if Riley may keel over at any second, and I really have no patience for it.
And, I'm a nurse and I'm just shocked how little some nurses know about Type 1. I'm constantly educating them. I had a nurse the other day that asked if Riley took pills for his D. I may know a lot more about Type 1 now than I did before Riley got it, but I knew you had to take insulin. Thus, the term "insulin dependant diabetes".
Megan, it never ceases to amaze me just how far ignorance and insensitivity can spread.
I know it's easier to say, "brush it off, and keep going" than to actually do it, so I won't say anything about that. ;)
The Camper sounds like she cares a lot about you, which is why she mentioned her Grandmother/Diabetes. It is good that you took the time to reassure her.
Bettercell, the camper is a total sweetheart. Camp is the only place she feels like she fits in, and she comes from a not-too-loving home environment. She lacks confidence. I taught her to shoot a bow and arrow and she loves me for it. As she hit the target I saw a total sense of accomplishment in her face that brought such joy to me. I am actually thinking about writing a post about her.
I TRY to ignore people that make those comments. I try to tell myself that they are only trying to relate what they know to your situation. It doesn't always help the extreme annoyance.
Good luck with the Cleo's! I LOVED them!
I'm sure people mean well, but why does everyone have a grandpa or great-aunt that has died of diabetes?! And why would they feel the need to tell us?!
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