Thoughtlessly Diabetic: A Typical Day

It’s an answer I’ve given a thousand times when someone asks me what it’s like to live with Type 1 diabetes.

“I don’t really think about it anymore,” I say. “It’s reflexive. It’s a habit, like brushing my teeth.”

Of course, that’s mostly a lie. I think about it all the time. I guess I just don’t realize it, because it’s an everyday reality.

So what’s a day in the life of this diabetic like?

I don’t think about it when I reach for my glucose meter first thing in the morning, and compare it to my CGM.

If my blood sugar’s low, I don’t think about it on the way to the refrigerator for a juice box and a granola bar.

I don’t think about it when I’m in the shower, taking care not to snag my infusion set or CGM sensor.

I don’t think about it when I’m getting dressed in the same old jeans with pockets — perfect for clipping my pump to.

I usually don’t think about it when I drive to work — except the few times I’ve accidentally left without my pump and had to turn around and grab it.

I don’t think about it when I check the carb count on my morning yogurt and punch it into my bolus wizard.

I don’t think about it when I have to excuse myself from a meeting to down a Coke.

I don’t think about it when I suspend my pump prior to a client meeting, just so I don’t crash in the middle of a presentation.

I don’t think about it when I head to the grocery store after work and try to load up on things that are generally healthy, but not necessarily diabetes-specific.

I don’t think about it when I pick up light beer instead of delicious Sierra Nevada or Sam Adams Summer Ale, because the good stuff makes my blood sugar spike.

I don’t think about it when I buy waaaay too much shit at the grocery store because my blood sugar is dropping and everything looks so damn delicious.

I do think about it — a lot, in fact — when I have to put my pump on vibrate during an evening yoga class, or run out of class mid-downward dog to eat.

I don’t think about it when I lowball my bolus for spaghetti with meat sauce, because I know that spaghetti never seems to increase my blood sugar as much as one would expect.

I don’t think about it when I’m lying in bed, checking my blood sugar for the 7th or 8th time that day before I fall asleep.

And then, just to stay sane, I don’t think about the fact that I have to do it all again the next day.

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7 comments on “Thoughtlessly Diabetic: A Typical Day

  1. sisiay says:

    very nice post. i mean really, what’s there to think about?

  2. Leo says:

    …I buy waaaay too much shit at the grocery store because my blood sugar is dropping and everything looks so damn delicious…

    I do this EVERY TIME I go to the grocery store. Something about all that food and the constant walking, I guess. Perhaps there’s some sort of conspiracy here, a plan to make diabetics pay inordinate amounts each visit by sucking the sugar out of them.

  3. brigdon says:

    I agree on the Sierra Nevada Pale Ale…a true favorite of mine but I don’t have to think about it if I just drink the light! Great post!

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  5. brad says:

    great post. i just started the pump and it’s easier and harder all at once. been a diabetic since 1989.

  6. saucyredhead says:

    I totally hear you! I think about diabetes all. the. time. Except it’s become the norm for me so I don’t realize how much of my life it consumes. Great post!

  7. This is one of my favorite “day in the life” posts – very well written!

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