Hello, and welcome again to the Diabetic Partner Follies, our "bold and beautiful" sharing forum for the people who spend their lives with the PWDs (people with diabetes). It's never boring, is it now? Please consider sharing your experiences with us here by emailing me. Come as you are :)
So, have you ever wondered what would happen if a Type 1 paired up with a Type 2? This week's entry defies introduction. You just have to "be there":
My name is Linda. I was diagnosed back in 1978 with type 1.28 years later, I have pretty much been through the good and the bad coping and living with this disease. For 2 years now, I have been dating a man with type 2 diabetes. He was diagnosed about 4 years ago. He does not take care of himself or is diligent with testing like he should. I am constantly having to remind him to take his Byetta, take his pills, and for pete's sake test your freakin' sugar once in awhile.
He eats what he wants and drinks whatever he wants anytime he wants. Meanwhile here I am testing 5-6 times a day taking my meds and shots like I'm supposed too. I eat about 1/4 of the food and carbs that he does, and I try to exercise every day.
So now it's time for our endo appointments, we have the same doc and go to these visits together. What do you think happens? His A1c is a 5.8!!!!! Pretty close to normal. He's doing great except for the bit of weight he needs to shed.
Now it's my turn in the hot seat. Here I am following all the rules like a good little soldier. I'm counting carbs, calculating dosages, and all the things you're supposed to do, and what is mine? A whopping 8.2!!
Granted I have been dealing with this and the complications of not being in control at all when I was in my early twenties, but give me a break. It can downright piss you off, when you know you're doing all the right things, eating the right amounts, and the right foods and here comes Mr. 5.8 plopping down next to you on the couch with his big glass of milk and his whole sleeve of Chips Ahoy cookies just munching away without a care in the world.
One of these days I swear I'm going to whack him upside the head with his sleeve of cookies!!!
Thanks for starting the Follies. I could send a submission a week and never run out of stories in this 1 and 2 household!!
Thanks for your time,
Editor's note: Linda B. says she's had 4 tattoos with diabetes, and never had a problem. Go Linda!