Despite the horrible behaviour of kids, whose parents and teachers should show them better behaviour, My own diabetes hasn't done much to me other than show me, at last, how to get my weight down. And That I can be disciplined about eating and exercise.
My husband's type 1 and his reluctance to cope with it have impinged on my whole married life. ( he developed it in his late 20s after we had already been married some years. ( It's probably LADA or MODY, but diagnosed type 1) I've carried Insulin Vials ain my handbag on every holiday for 30 years and rushed to the hospital many times in emergencies. I've even had the experience of staying for days in the ICU after a doctor injected IV glucose, when he was actually in a true hyperglycaemic coma. Didn't test to see what was wrong, then I think realised his mistake. He called the ambulance and went away, leaving me and the wonderful paramedics to cope. I tried to complain to the Health Authority, but got nowhere. The upshot is now my husband has 2 Charcot feet, can only walk about 200 m and has recurrent foot and leg ulcers. I have finally got him to cut down on his carb intake and insulin, but after 40 years of eating up to the insulin dose suggested by the clinic, he weighs 17 stone and has kidney trouble as well as eyes and that one men dread, but won't talk about.
