During a presentation in Duluth, MN last week, I was talking about my family and I used a photo in the slide deck that I’ve used many times before. It’s one of Birdy, Chris, and I and we’re at some park on a sunny fall day, enjoying the sunshine.
“This is my family. And right there – RIGHT THERE – is my diabetes. Can’t miss it. It’s just THERE and it’s always there. I love this photo because it shows off my wonderful husband and the daughter I went to the ends of the earth and back for, and I couldn’t be prouder and more in love with my family. But then there’s that reminder again, the reminder of diabetes and the intrusion it makes into my life. Like I said, I love this photo. But I want to Photoshop the hell out of that one part.”
Diabetes has not been a smooth ride for the last few weeks. Unusual moments like a skunked bottle of insulin and two Dexcom sensors that rolled off my skin way too early, a few low blood sugars that fucked with my happiness a little bit … all stuff that sometimes happens, but lately it feels like it’s always something.
A relentless itchy patch left behind by a Dexcom sensor from weeks ago on my right thigh that, in the middle of the night itches so badly that I scrape at it while I’m sleeping, only to wake up and find blood underneath my fingernails sums up how I’ve felt lately. (And holy run-on sentence!) It’s not the actual diabetes moments – the actual low blood sugar, the actual itchy sensor, the actual hour lost to reinforcing to my insurance company that yes, insulin is necessary and should be covered – but the cumulative experience that’s a little more than meh of late. I’m grateful for access, but having access gives me a perspective that allows for being wildly grumpy at times. I’m worn out on the self-care crap. I don’t have any choice but to continue to make the best efforts I can to take care of myself. Diabetes without self-care becomes chaotic quickly, for me.
There’s no “but,” to that, no caveat. There’s just a desire to take a sponge and wipe away all the traces of diabetes for just a few hours.
… that, and our coffee pot cracked this morning, so that’s probably not helping my mood.