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- Type of diabetes
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- Bigotry, reliance on unsupported 'facts', unkindness, unfairness.
I know I can become irritable, snappy, tired and not so good to know when BG gets high (curses!), and if it’s low I can be garrulous, daft, inappropriate, embarrassing . . .
Yup, I correct it. The BG, that is.
I can remember some really awkward hypos, like the one where all the strangers left the cafe table as they thought they’d been joined by an early-morning drunkard, not knowing it was just little me needing to scoff some carb and a little hypo-unsteady on my feet.
I can also remember the one when paramedics were called to work. It was a few years ago. I knew that it was firemen who’d done a naked poses calendar. But I was hypo, mixed up. I asked which ones of them it was had posed and said how good they’d all looked.
Luckily everyone was amused. And my colleagues knew me well. They just weren’t sure how straight they had to keep their faces.
I can remember really really well the times I’ve opened my mouth and such truly inappropriate sentiments emerged, things that surprise me, that aren’t what ‘sane’ me thinks, that I still cringe at the recollection. These are the worst!
Sometimes I worry that people see me at these times and make a lasting judgement.
How do we deal with this effect of this glorious condition?
How do you deal with it?
I use humour, I have to laugh at myself and the situation.
Yup, I correct it. The BG, that is.
I can remember some really awkward hypos, like the one where all the strangers left the cafe table as they thought they’d been joined by an early-morning drunkard, not knowing it was just little me needing to scoff some carb and a little hypo-unsteady on my feet.
I can also remember the one when paramedics were called to work. It was a few years ago. I knew that it was firemen who’d done a naked poses calendar. But I was hypo, mixed up. I asked which ones of them it was had posed and said how good they’d all looked.
Luckily everyone was amused. And my colleagues knew me well. They just weren’t sure how straight they had to keep their faces.
I can remember really really well the times I’ve opened my mouth and such truly inappropriate sentiments emerged, things that surprise me, that aren’t what ‘sane’ me thinks, that I still cringe at the recollection. These are the worst!
Sometimes I worry that people see me at these times and make a lasting judgement.
How do we deal with this effect of this glorious condition?
How do you deal with it?
I use humour, I have to laugh at myself and the situation.