When Diabetes Sneaks Up, Kicks you in the Ass, and Runs Away
Eyes are on my mind these days, in light of Kerri's recent post. That post motivated me to get my shit together and make my annual eye appointment yesterday. I chose Monday instead of Friday because I have company coming and if I get bad news, I don't want to deal with it while my sister and nephew are here.
The appointment secretary, of course, did not get that. "Are you having a problem??," she asked. No problem, just 20 years of blood sugar fluctations. I'm usually a perky diabetic but when it comes to eyes, I approach appointments with dread.
Fast forward to today. I'm chatting with John as I load the dishwasher.
Me: "Both boys have asked for a dog this week."
John: "I hope you said no!"
Me: "Of course, but I did think that maybe we could get a puppy when Ryan is 12 and Jake goes off to college. Replace brother with dog."
John:"Well, that buys us nine years at least."
All of a sudden, a little voice in my head says, "Unless I go blind and need a service dog before then."
Where the hell did THAT thought come from?
It didn't send me spiralling downward, it didn't lodge itself in my head, just popped up, scared the shit out of me, and took off.
Diabetes can be so rude sometimes.
posted by Kassie @ 1:00 PM
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4 Comments:
Rude, inconsiderate, tactless and screaming at full volume "don't forget about me and what I can do to you".
Whenever I see a visually handicapped person on the street, the first thing I look at is their wrist to see if they're wearing a MedicAlert bracelet, and whenever I read the obituaries and see someone under 50, I am positively certain they've died from db - (yet I don't have psychic skills in other areas of my life that would prove more useful).
DF ("diabetes fear") has a tendency to elbow it's way to the front of the line from time to time. It happens, and we just move on from there.
PS - Do you already have a hamster?
minnesota, we have 2 old cats and 3 fish
Jen - if we get a dog - ever - I know it'll really be mine anyway :). Now's not an option with our teeny tiny townhouse yard anyway.
Of all the appointments I get nervous about, it's the eye dr that bothers me the most--which I find uncomfortable to begin with. AND, it's usually only once a year so I don't really think about it until it's upon me but then, wham, I am a wreck!
Hey, maybe you can get one of those low blood sugar smelling dogs. You know, the ones who can call 911 with their paws?
UPDATE:
Eyes are good. See ya later diabetes imp.
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