Amigo
Well-Known Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 2
There's only one thing worse than the neglectful diabetic in denial and that's the diabetic who dines out on it like it's a badge of dubious honour to be worn and paraded at every opportunity. I met such a person a couple of nights ago at a party.
Diabetes obviously defines this woman and she actually introduced herself as X the type 2 diabetic. I felt no compulsion to share the condition with her at this point until she started uttering complete nutritional guff and then I dropped it into the conversation. She threw me a look of derision like I'd just compared her baby unfavourably to mine and then avoided me as clear and direct competition to her attention seeking mission.
It was beyond tedious to see her circumnavigate the buffet table pontificating on the possible drastic effect every morsel could have on her challenged constitution. I noticed that a bigger and bigger space was developing around her.
At one point we were treated to a histrionic display of alleged hyperglycaemia induced by an over stuffed vol u vent. She'd inexplicably come prepared with a bag of Mothercare proportions containing diabetic paraphernalia (plus books) and by this time I was in the thrones of too many carb free vodkas not to start laughing.
I had to stifle the temptation not to plunge her head face into the trifle as the evening progressed however.
Predictably she had to leave early...polite sighs of relief as her long suffering husband gathered up the 'essential medical supplies' and took her home. Obviously she needs more sleep than mere mortals (there were two other diabetics there looking on incredulously!).
Party pooper diabetics! Sheesh! 🙄
Diabetes obviously defines this woman and she actually introduced herself as X the type 2 diabetic. I felt no compulsion to share the condition with her at this point until she started uttering complete nutritional guff and then I dropped it into the conversation. She threw me a look of derision like I'd just compared her baby unfavourably to mine and then avoided me as clear and direct competition to her attention seeking mission.
It was beyond tedious to see her circumnavigate the buffet table pontificating on the possible drastic effect every morsel could have on her challenged constitution. I noticed that a bigger and bigger space was developing around her.
At one point we were treated to a histrionic display of alleged hyperglycaemia induced by an over stuffed vol u vent. She'd inexplicably come prepared with a bag of Mothercare proportions containing diabetic paraphernalia (plus books) and by this time I was in the thrones of too many carb free vodkas not to start laughing.
I had to stifle the temptation not to plunge her head face into the trifle as the evening progressed however.
Predictably she had to leave early...polite sighs of relief as her long suffering husband gathered up the 'essential medical supplies' and took her home. Obviously she needs more sleep than mere mortals (there were two other diabetics there looking on incredulously!).
Party pooper diabetics! Sheesh! 🙄