There is a reason that I read a good number of adult Type 1 blogs right along with the D-mom and dad blogs. I feel the need to see how people who are grown and/or have grown up with this disease deal with it all. I feel the overwhelming need, desire, pressure (not sure any of these is the right word right now) to make absolutely certain that when my boy is of the age where he’s taking charge of his diabetes on his own, that he won’t have a screwed up body already – courtesy of his stoopid mommy.
So, I read Kerri’s blog. I read Chris’s blog, and I surf around to the folks that they mention, because I want to know that people actually DO make it to the other side of this. I want to know that all this is working, and it’s not all useless and doomed. I want to know that my anger and frustration will pay off in the end.
‘Cause seriously? I’m sick and f%&$#?* tired of asking my son to check his blood sugar. I’m sick to death of telling him “no” to the extra snacks he would like to have – you know – because he’s eight and a growing kid!, and I am DEFINITELY sick and f$&%#?$ tired of giving my kid shots in his tummy in the middle of the night when he’s gone high.
This disease SUCKS.
BITE ME, DIABETES. BITE ME.