Humorous Tidbits from 2009The diagnosis of diabetes changes you and your family forever. However, in between the challenges of caring for diabetes come amusing moments that remind us of the important things in our lives, like our families and laughing.
I came downstairs one afternoon and my son Max (age 10, dx 4 years ago) said, "Mom, I was 28!" I said "Oh my gosh (panic rising in my throat), did you get some juice? Do you need help?" "No," he said. "Not my blood sugar! 28 was my Wii Fit age!"
When my daughter was in kindergarten one of her classmates told his mom, "Noelle has to go the health office all the time." When she asked him why, he said, "Because she is diabolical." Of course, she knew what he meant. We still call her our diabolical diabetic.
As I was dropping my daughter off at the mall to hang with friends, she announces that she forgot her pen. As we were making the round trip to go back home and get the pen and return to the mall, a friend calls her on her cell phone. I hear her say "I forgot my pen and we are going back home to get it." Pause. "You know my insulin pen." Pause. "My insulin pen. I need my insulin pen." Pause. "YOU KNOW, MY PANCREAS! I have to get my pancreas."
My son was chosen to be line leader for his class at school. Prior to lunch he always goes down to the nurses office to have his blood sugar checked. When it was time to line up and go to lunch, my son went to the nurses office as usual, only on this day the whole class ended up there too. They all got a good laugh over it.
My oldest granddaughter, Ashley, is the type 1 diabetic. Her younger sister, Alyssa, takes part in the TrialNet program and is tested periodically for 'antibodies', which we explained to her was to see if she might be getting sick with diabetes. One day, I was working on her computer and it wasn't responding properly, so Alyssa asked me, "Grandma does my computer have "antibodies?"
We went to dinner at a local brewpub, and were about to test 5 year-old Gracie when I noticed she had oil pastel on her fingers that didn't wash off. I offered her one of her alcohol wipes to get her finger cleaner. She was hungry and impatient, so while I was fishing through her kit, she started chanting, a bit too loudly, "Where's my alcohol!?! Where's my alcohol?! Give me alcohol!!" Needless to say, we got some REALLY strange looks from people around us.
It was too harried a day to cook, so we ran down to the deli that is by the courthouse. As we settled in after ordering our sandwiches, my 13 year-old son, who takes two types of insulin, boldly said, "Mom, I've got my drugs but am out of syringes" (he carries an 'eating out kit' but mom being mom has spares of everything in her purse). "No problem hon," I replied, and handed him a syringe from the depth of my purse. "Thanks!" he said, but had to add - "I'll be in the men's room shooting up - be back in a minute." Three men with an aura of 'Police' about them stared at me with disbelief. I held up his meter and one of the men held up his and spoke to his cohorts and they all relaxed. We had a discussion at home about using 'hip' vocabulary and how his new deep voice can carry further than he thinks.
My daughter Ashley is 9 and has a cell phone. One night I was downstairs cleaning up and kids were upstairs trying to sleep. Ashley came downstairs and inadvertently scared me and as a reaction I sent her back to bed. A few minutes later I received a text from her "ias iwgtsgn." Thinking she was severely hypo (didn't understand the abbreviations) I ran upstairs. She meant "I am sorry. I was going to say good night." Hugs and kisses followed along with a good laugh.
My son was getting ready to check his blood sugar before going to bed. When pulling out his lancing device somehow the top came off and landed somewhere on the floor and when trying to make a grab for it he dropped the other part with the lancet still stuck in it and it landed right on top of his big toe. Ouch! After hopping around on his foot for a minute he looked up and said I bet there is enough blood so I won't have to poke my finger, and took of his sock to check it out. I told him no, but nice try!
My 7-year-old son, Joshua, was diagnosed with Type I Diabetes on May 28, 2008. He has taken an active role in counting his carbohydrates, which is why I found this so funny. Recently, we were walking into the pharmacy to pick up a prescription, and it was pouring down snow. He turned and asked, " Mommy, how many carbohydrates are in snowflakes?" I responded, "None, honey; snowflakes are just frozen water. Why do you ask?" He said, "Well, I was going to stick my tongue out and catch snowflakes, but I wanted to make sure I didn't need an insulin shot to cover the carbs in the snowflakes before I did it." I replied, "God love you, honey. You go right ahead and catch as many snowflakes as you want."
Every night at the dinner table our family asks what each of our "highs" and "lows" are (meaning best and worst part of each of our day). Going around the table we each tell of a typical thing, until we get to our 8 year old who was diagnosed 5 weeks prior. She starts laughing and states that her high was 554 and her low was 75 (her overall highs and lows during her 5 weeks of the diabetic world). Only a family with type 1 would understand.
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