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I had to find a used test strip in order to photoshop this. It wasnât hard.
Pros of being diabetic:
- don't have to have anything for breakfast the stress of waking up late is plenty
Cons:
- literally everything else
Pro: never being completely bored.
itâs so weird having type 1 diabetes and insulin prices being so politicized which like....... i appreciate bc my monthly supply literally costs as much as my apartment rent but also it often feels like just a talking point? like i wish people would actually educate themselves on the other parts of the disease too and i guess better appreciate what we have to deal with? and also realize that itâs not just the insulin thatâs expensive. itâs also the test strips, the cgm supplies, the pump supplies, the glucogon, the low treatments. all of which still doesnât even get us half way to feeling like we have a fucking normally functioning body. idk if this has the nuance of how i really feel but in all i guess i want non disabled people to not only fight for like medicare for all and that sort thing but also actually try to understand how chronically ill/disabled people feel
I really loved waking up at 4:00 am covered in sweat and my stomach feeling hard as a rock, when I have to work at 9 am. Thank you body.
Fixed my shitty âChristian Wellnessâ book today
Thatâs the dream
Someone: staying up late is bad for your diabetes!! Youâll never cure yourself this way uwu
Me: Iâm gonna diabeat your ass
Actual Diabetic Problem #5
Your mood swings are always followed with âIs your blood sugar ok?â Or âHave you checked your blood sugar? I think it might be high.â
As if you couldnât actually be mad or frustrated about something just because it made you angry.
Worst part about it is you donât know if itâs just your diabetes or your real emotions either.
Just typed this up. Remember, guys: November is Diabetes Awareness Month! We care about pancreases too!
Spread and join us!!
Diabetes Challenge: Day 8
Things Non-Diabetics Say
1. At least itâs better than cancer!
In most cases, this is well meaning, but we hate hearing it anyway. Cancer is a terminal illness that will kill you within a couple years if not months, usually. It works quickly, but, if you catch it fast enough, and youâre lucky, you can be cured. Diabetes, on the other hand, is a chronic illness that is so called because, if you take care of yourself, it will not kill you within years. However, if something else doesnât take you out first, it will kill you, slowly, and painfully. (Unless itâs from a bad low, in which case itâll be fast.) In fact, diabetes is not so much a âchronic illnessâ, so much as it is a âchronic terminal illnessâ. Everyday holds the risk that something could go wrong, and we could die. This is just as serious as cancer. It is merely different in itâs type of difficulty. Incidentally, there are cancer survivors, but no one survives diabetes. We live with it until it kills us or something else does first.
2. You donât look like youâre diabetic!
What does that even mean? What does a diabetic look like? Overweight? Well, some T1Ds are, and others arenât. We come in all shapes and sizes. Itâs an autoimmune disease, and weight has nothing to do with it. I suppose they could be thinking of the T2Ds, who are more numerous, and whose condition can be linked to weight, but even they donât have to be overweight to become insulin resistant. Sometimes life just hands you a lucky lottery ticket. Seriously, what does a diabetic look like? What on earth do you do with that statement?! Iâve never known how to respond to it. Itâs just so bizarre. I donât get what they mean by it. Is it a compliment? An insult? What is it??
3. I could never do that! Inject myself everydayâŠI hate needles!
Again, I think this one is typically well meant. I guess people are trying to say weâre brave, or strong. Hereâs the thing though, if we donât prick our fingers a minimum of four times a day, and give ourselves a minimum of 4-5 injections a day, WE WILL DIE!!! I mean, would you rather prick yourself, or give up and die? Put like that, itâs pretty good incentive. Itâs an abominable choice, but itâs not a hard one: Die, or take needles. I mean, do people saying this think we do it for fun? Because we want to? Because weâre brave? We never had a choice! We do it because we have to. Itâs never something we aspired to. Itâs another question I have trouble finding a suitable reply to: Ummm..thanks, but if I donât, Iâd die, and probably painfullyâŠ
4. Itâs sugar free! or you canât eat that, right?
These ones are also well-meaning, and of all of the above statements, are perhaps the most understandable offered. However, they are also based in ignorance. You see, everything you eat, (except protein), becomes sugar through digestion. This is why diabetics count the carbs in what they eat, so they know how much insulin to inject. Thus, the only danger with eating sugary things for us, compared to other food items, is the rate of absorption of said sugar into the blood stream. Raw white sugar, liquid sugar, (like juice, syrup, or non-diet pop), sugar tablets, frosting, and similar things that are concentrated in sugar and contain little to nothing else, can hit our blood within minutes, and cause a lot of problems, so we avoid them unless weâre low. However, that doesnât mean we canât eat chips, or cookies, or cake, or pie, or chocolate. It just means that we have to know the carb count, ration what âsweetâ things we eat, and preferably eat it with a meal to further slow the rate of absorption. With baked goods, and other such junk food, since the raw sugar is mixed in with flour, and butter, etc. it doesnât hit our system so fast as to be a danger, as long as weâre smart about it. Hence, we can eat sweet things. We just need to choose how we do it. You can offer a diabetic just about anything, besides juice, without causing offence, or rather annoyance we try not to show. Donât worry about it. It is up to us to decide, based upon our own situation and treatment strategy, what we can and cannot eat. Feel free to offer us cookies and cake! Diabetes is not âavoid sugarâ, it is calculate how much of everything you eat, and plan, plan, plan.
5. This is Diabetes in a Cup/on a Plate, or This is so sweet itâll give me Diabetes!
Listen, for T1Ds, diabetes is autoimmune; drinking sweet things did not give us T1D. We cannot prevent it. It just happens. Also, many T2Ds are equally helpless to prevent their diabetes, but even the ones who could have possibly prevented it, donât deserve to hear you saying things like âthis is diabetes in a cup.â Itâs hardly going to make them feel better now it is? T1D or T2D, itâs a cruel and ignorant joke. We donât like to hear it.
What bothers me more though is that no one would say something was âcancer in a cup,â if sugar were widely associated with cancer. In fact, cancer jokes arenât common in society at all. For that matter, people donât joke about MS, or Alzheimerâs, or allergies, or just about any other serious illness or condition. Why joke about diabetes, then? Do they realise that it is anywhere between the 5-7th most common cause of death in North America? Do they understand how deadly and debilitating it can be? They must not, because if they did, they wouldnât be joking about it. Children die in the ER with diabetes. People get arms and legs amputated with diabetes. People get nerve damage, kidney failure, and blindness with diabetes. Trust me, if drinking that âdiabetes in a cupâ does increase your risk of having diabetes, you shouldnât drink it, and you definitely shouldnât joke about it. Donât take the risk, because it just isnât worth it. Who knows? You might have to wind up living with it same as I do, but unlike you jokers apparently did, I didnât get a choice, and my life isnât a massive joke. Itâs a daily fight for survival.
Look, I know I sound harsh, and I get people say these things without thinking, (which is why I hope this will enlighten you whoâve said things like this), and, yes, I do joke sometimes with my friends and family about things to do with my diabetes, but context is so important. You see, when I joke, it is honestly dark humour. âDiabetes in a cup,â on the other hand, is jovial and trivial, and I real do feel that that is a detrimental view to spread, because having a chronic illness like that is precisely the opposite of what a such a happy-go-lucky joke would imply. Iâm hardly going to hate your guts if youâve made, or are making, such jokes. Most people, honestly do mean nothing by it, they simply donât understand, but I would hope after being made aware of how hurtful such comments actually are, you would please stop.
whats the deal with juiceboxes. too much box not enough juice
Fake Service Dogs?
Youâre sitting at a cafe with your friend when suddenly a woman walks in with a toy poodle in her purse. The manager at the counter informs her âIâm sorry, but we do not allow dogsâ. She replies with a heavy sigh and a âSheâs a service dog. She can come with meâ. Not knowing much about service dog law, and worrying about getting sued for asking further questions, he sits this woman down at a booth. There, she promptly unzips her purse and places the dog on the booth seat next to her. When the womanâs food comes out, the little dog begs and she feeds her bits off her plate. This dog is not public access trained, and proceeds to bark at those who walk by. This dog is a nuisance and causes many in the restaurant to complain. The manager cannot do anything but inform the unhappy customers that this is a service dog, so he canât ask her to leave. In the end, itâs the customers who end up leaving.
Now I walk in with my highly trained service dog pressed against my leg in a perfect heel position, and Iâm quickly bombarded by the manager telling me âNo dogs! No dogs! We ALL know what happened last timeâ. Confused, I tell him âThis is my medical alert and medical response service dog. Her right to accompany me is protected under federal law.â With a sigh, he seats me at a table far away from others where my dog promptly tucks under my feet, out of sight. When my food arrives my dog is still tucked tightly under the table because she knows sheâs not supposed to eat when sheâs on duty. She stays there ignoring those who walk past for the remainder of my meal. When we leave, a woman by the door exclaims âWoah, I didnât know there was a dog here!â
See the difference?
Scenario number two occurs at a local grocery store when a man decides to bring his certified emotional support animal into the store with him. Upon entering he flashes a fancy ID card and certification papers. This dog is not as unruly as the first, but he still forges ahead of his handler, sniffs the food on display, and may seek attention from those who walk past. You find this dog adorable, and when he and his owner walk past you ask to pet him. The owner says yes and explains how all he had to do was go online, register his dog, and a few weeks later they sent him a vest, ID card, and certification papers.
Now I pull into the same grocery store. Iâm in a rush to get an ingredient for a dish Iâm making so I hurry into the store with my service dog next to me. Iâm quickly stopped by a manager who demands to see my service dogâs certification card. Remember, this is NOT required by law, and most real service dog teams donât have them. After 15 minutes of trying to educate, pulling up the ADA website on my phone, back and forth bickering, and drawing more of a crowd than I want to describe⊠Iâm finally allowed in. I grab my ingredient, stand in line (where my service dog obediently moves between my legs to make space for those around me), and I get bombarded by people asking to pet my dog. I explain that sheâs working, she has a very important job to do, and sheâs not allowed to be pet while on duty. People walk away grumbling and complaining about how rude I was when other handlers like the man they met earlier allow their dog to be pet.
Moral of the story? Fake service dogs create real problems. The ones who are impacted the most are the true service dog handlers who rely on their dogs every day to help mitigate their disability. How would you feel if everywhere you went, you couldnât make it 10 feet in the door because people were asking you questions? Imagine how much time that would take out of your already hectic day. Businesses lose customers because word gets out that there are unruly dogs in their store, customers become misinformed and start thinking some of these behaviors are okay, some people even start to believe the lies that anyone can just register their dog online and make him a service dog. The result? MORE fake service dogs. MORE real problems.
I will reblob this until I die because itâs one of the few things that constantly genuinely infuriates me
blood sugar is really low and Iâm just feeling really confused. confused about what? I donât know Iâm just confused
A list of things that arenât mentioned by people (in general, not all) when describing what being chronically ill or disabled entails:
Having to change your diet so much and not being able to eat certain things that you sometimes go days without having a proper meal because you canât eat more than a yoghurt cup
Having shorten names for things around the house because of how much you need them to help (I have a bucket named âBuckyâ ((yes after Bucky Barnes)) for when I need to throw up but I canât get out of bed)
Dealing with people asking if âyouâre better?â when you have a good day
Developing depression (or having depression worsen) due to the frustration and pain and lack of info from doctors
Struggling to stay on top of your work, whether itâs at school or a business
Having a script you type every time you need to tell your teachers/employer that you canât come in due to severe symptoms
Knowing people at your doctors office or local pharmacy because of how often you need new medication
Having an underlying fear of developing an opioid addiction/other types of medicine addiction because of how much pain youâre in and needing the pain relief
Coming home and collapsing due to exhaustion because doing basic day to day activities feel like running the Boston Marathon
Not being able to do the things you love because you physically canât anymore
Having needles being in your arm because of how many blood tests you get becomes second nature
Telling people âitâs okâ when youâre in pain because thereâs nothing you can do about it anymore
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