I want to clarify why I chose my blog name “Unapologetic Diabetic”. Sometimes I find myself apologizing when I’m not at fault. Bump into me at the supermarket? Sorry. Couldn’t catch the ball I threw? Sorry. Spill your coffee on me? Sorry. Injecting myself at the dinner table bother you?
Sorry. That’s where I draw the line. I need to do this, you don’t need to watch.
I won’t apologize for being diabetic. I did not cause my diabetes. It was like a lightning strike. One day I was fine and the next...I was walking around with a completely unaccommodating pancreas.
I won’t apologize for crazy blood sugar numbers…I’m diabetic…it happens. That said, I do try to keep from having them in the first place, I test and correct, but it does happen sometimes, and that is ok.
I won’t apologize for being low and having to stop whatever I’m doing to inhale sugar. NOTHING is fun when you’re low (no Hubby, not even that). When I’m low I need to correct it. My life actually depends on it. My loved ones understand this, and they love me anyway.
I won’t apologize for having my DOC friend’s backs in a bar fight, should one occur. Mess with one of us and you mess with all of us. Anyone dealing with diabetes knows the bond it brings. If you have a wonky pancreas, or adore someone with a wonky pancreas that can vouch for you, you’re in.
I won’t apologize for occasionally baking goodies that have enough butter and sugar in them to make Paula Deen blush. As long as I count carbs and take my shot (and get my ass on the “dreadmill”)…I can eat them too!
I won’t apologize for the dumb mistakes I make dealing with diabetes. You live and learn. After seventeen years I’m still learning about diabetes and working to stay healthy and happy for the long haul.
I’m learning to accept myself the way I am. I’m getting better at it. Save the apologies for when you accidently drop an anvil on someone’s foot. You should totally apologize for that. J