Am I’m rude for being diabetic at the dinner table? 💉💊🦶

Tonight I was called “rude” for setting my “paraphernalia out for all to see.” 💉 I was getting ready to discreetly test my blood sugar under the table. I continued without apology and gave myself 2 pen injections also under the table & under my shirt.

Most people don’t even know what I’m doing. I did offer Negative Nancy* context and that was I check my blood sugar on average 5 times a day (!) and getting up to go the bathroom are painful steps that my feet can’t take right now because of diabetic nerve pain. 😭

What I didn’t say…are my thoughts on hidden disability, shaming and its impact on me.

Sure I’m an Italian-American 🇮🇹 who loves a good bowl of pasta, 🍝 but I didn’t eat my way to Diabetes II. Even if I did that’s for me to live with-not you. I have no shame that I’m diabetic.

If Negative Nancy must know, I woke up from my coma after my heart transplant with my feet on fire! 🔥 A few months prior to my transplant, I became insulin dependent because of an IV medication known as “rocket fuel,” which kept me alive until my gift of life arrived. I sleep with lidocaine patches on my feet & take medication for nerve pain, but sometimes none of it works. I cry from pain sometimes.

I have a rigid medication protocol each day that I must do to stay alive post transplant. But hey, I got out bed today…so that’s good. 🙄

Luckily during this debacle, I was surrounded by an amazing, supportive group of Euchre friends that have my back. I’m grateful for their kindness. ❤🃏

Finally because I’m polite, I also didn’t say: I’ll do me & you do you.

#sorrynotsorry #lipstickon #diabetes #anewheartrocks #hearttransplant #hiddendisability #namechangedtoprotectthestupid #euchre #cardplayer

Diabetic setup
This is my diabetic setup to take my blood sugar & give my pen insulin injections. And the mantra pillow just reminds me to breathe. 😤

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