I’m weirdly proud to have brought this term to the DOC back in 2005 or 2006. (My blog has fallen apart/reassembled a few different times since then, so the posts are wonkily formatted, and some are missing.) And every time I read the phrase on someone’s post or see it on a t-shirt or actually take a frigging rage bolus, I’m reminded how much this community, for all its differences and nuances, walks the SAME DAMN WALK with this mess of a disease.
Rage bolus responsibly, friends.
This term has crossed my lips so many times. It is such a perfect description of how I feel when a high sticks around WAY too long. Thanks for giving me (and others!) the words to express what we all deal with. Words help.
I’m more partial to the ‘sweaters on your teeth’ comment regarding lows. I bet that could make a groovy t-shirt.
Ooooh I get the teeth sweaters when I’m high. It’s the grossest. I brush my teeth 100 times a day.
I love the term rage bolus. I am accused of doing them often. I actually do them,,,,, well ahh mm sometimes Sheryl years this blog- ahh.. ahh never.
“reads” that is the new language “RickWrite 2.4”
Hate the feeling…
but love the term!
It captures with elegant simplicity something common to many of us who are focused on those ‘numbers’.
Not because we are nerds, or perfectionists, or obsessed. Or any other pejorative…
Because we want to survive. We want to help bankrupt Social Security some day. We don’t want to lose any more organ function. Losing beta cells was bad enough. Leave my freaking retina, kidneys, heart and nerves alone, you relentless heartless f**k, T1D.
I WILL outlast you….
So thanks, Kerri!
I guess we diabetics all do the same thing.
It’s good to know how similar we all are.
Thanks Kerri
Yes! I love the term (not the act) and think of you whenever I rage bolus, and am grateful there’s now a name for this particularly frustrating experience, and it makes me not feel so alone…