Guest Post: Roommates.
Today, I have the honor ot posting a guest post from Kim at Texting My Pancreas. I'm not going to lie - Kim is one of my favorite new(ish - she started blogging last year in June) diabetes bloggers and her posts made me grin and think, all at once. (Which makes for a weird looking grimace, but that's okay. I really enjoy the reads.) Thanks for posting, Kim!
I have one of the worst roommates ever.
At least, that’s how I like to think of diabetes and I. We might both live in this body, but I was here first - which means I get the final say on things like decorating, and whether or not we should make room on the DVR for Glee. (Answer: “Yes, of course”.)
On most days, I can accommodate my roommate’s eccentricities. He’s easily offended over some of the foods I really enjoy (like breakfast cereal and delivery pizza), and I try to respect that. He’s introduced me to some pretty great people over the years, though I’m not sure he realizes that they don’t hold him in very high regard. He can be a good motivator when the mood strikes him, and I often like to prove to him that he isn’t always the boss of me. (See also: doing my first half-marathon last year.)
However, if you live with the same kind of roommate I do, you know that he also has a darker side. There are nights diabetes has kept me up on an all-night juice bender; stumbling down the hallway and sweating through my pajamas. He’s left me stranded, far from home, with a deficit in both blood sugar and glucose tabs. Diabetes doesn’t have much consideration for timing - he’s happy to barge in on holiday celebrations, job interviews, school exams, and even weddings. He can give you a pretty epic headache, steal away your patience and rational thinking, and leave unsightly blood stains on your favorite shirt. Diabetes is a jerk, like that.
Given all this, you can understand why living with diabetes wasn’t a situation I felt comfortable with in the past. At least, it wasn’t until I found a whole mess of other people online who, it turned out, knew exactly what this is like. They, too, were roommates with this unpredictable and moody rascal. The burden of living with diabetes started to seem less heavy. Truthfully, I hadn’t realized just how heavy it was until I found I wasn’t the only one carrying it around.
Though I haven’t been blogging for very long, I’ve quickly found that sharing my story - and making fun of diabetes whenever possible - is an integral part of keeping myself healthy. Writing about the good, the bad, the funny and the frustrating - and finding that others share those same experiences - helps me validate the concept that I’m not alone in this. Feelings of isolation get replaced with connection and camaraderie. The act of living with diabetes became a “team sport”, which helps me feel eager to suit up and tackle it each day. It’s also handy to have folks around who can answer questions like, “Where, exactly, on my thigh should I put an infusion site?”, and “Do I really have to pull my Dexcom sensor after seven days?”.
Diabetes: you may be a horrible roommate, but you’ve introduced me to some wonderful friends, and for that I can be thankful.
We’re all anxiously awaiting your eviction notice, though, buddy.
Thanks for the great post, Kim. And by the way, I wear my Dexcom sensor on the outside of my thigh. :)