I hate when non diabetics ask me if I know that diet soda will kill me, like. Oh man can’t wait to see the look on your face when I tell you what regular soda will do to me.
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I hate when non diabetics ask me if I know that diet soda will kill me, like. Oh man can’t wait to see the look on your face when I tell you what regular soda will do to me.
People who defend the status quo of healthcare in the US are morally insane
Kill capitalism. Especially in the medical field. This should be illegal.
As a type 1 diabetic I can 100% confirm this, and the price is still rising.
Organs i can live Without:
spleen
appendix
tonsils
galbladder
one of two kidneys
Vital organs my immune system decided to destroy:
my pancreas
Sometimes your low cartridge warning goes off at 1:30 am and you just have to embrace that death is coming for you
It wasnt the low warning its just straight up empty
AND a race one since the most affected regions will be Africa, Asia and Oceania
as a friend pointed out, this headline makes it sound like supply will be dwindling. supply is fine. people will be *priced out*.
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When there is little known about your condition because it’s so complex
To the People Who Make Diabetes Jokes:
I hope you realize that it’s not sugar and “diabeetus.”
I hope you realize it’s waking up at 3AM, shaking and dizzy and using all of your energy to find your blood sugar kit, and then more to find something to treat the low.
I hope you realize that it’s little black bumps on your fingertips from countless blood sugar checks.
I hope you realize that it’s scarring on your stomach, arms, and legs from injections and insulin pump sites.
I hope you realize it’s not being able to just eat anything when your friends do without worrying about a major blood sugar spike.
I hope you realize it’s getting unwanted attention in school when you do a blood sugar check or one of your devices beeps.
I hope you realize that it’s trying to stay in the best shape possible, and still hearing all of the fat and eating jokes.
I hope you realize that we’ve been hearing these jokes all our lives, and we’re going to be hearing them until the end.
I hope you realize that these jokes aren’t cool or funny.
I hope you realize that using our struggle as the punchline to your jokes makes you look like an ass.
Waking up with low blood sugar and trying to keep yourself awake to treat it
diabetes is like doing your end of high school exams so you can get your entry score into univeristy. except you’re in a car. and the wheels are on fire. gordon ramsay is in the passenger seat screaming that you’re going to overcook the steak. “what steak?!!!” you manage to ask over his manic screaming. suddenly there’s a frying pan in your hand and it’s on fire and it’s clearly past medium rare and there’s a wailing toddler in your arms but gordon just! won’t! help!
today my blood sugar got so low that it was having a casual chat with satan in hell
Babe… Darling… Sweetie…
ARE YOU OKAY?!?!?!?!
Me @ diabetes: You suck
Diabetes: .....
Me: ......
Diabetes: *tries to kill me*
wishing yall good blood sugar
My immune system: what the FUCK are those
My brain: ???? those are essential organs ?????
My immune system: well idgaf what they are them bitches getting fucked over
Mom: Can you do the dishes?
Me with a blood sugar of 120: Of course, mother.
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Mom: Can you do the dishes?
Me with a blood sugar of 427: WHO DO YOU THINK I AM?! YOUR SLAVE?! I HATE THIS FAMILY! I’M MOVING TO SWITZERLAND!
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Mom: Can you do the dishes?
Me with a blood sugar of 56: Lol I’m a giraffe.
Omg YES! LOL