The diabetes community is filled with unique uses for common words and phrases. It is common for a mother of a two-year-old with diabetes who is throwing a tantrum to state in a stern voice, “You had better be high Missy!!” They are used to the odd looks that they receive as people are racing to call Child Protective Services on the parent who seems okay with their toddler being “high”.
I came across a tidbit today in the Children with Diabetes Humour section that aptly fit this. A family was eating in a restaurant that served alcohol. The five-year-old with diabetes was hungry and impatient. Mom was looking for alcohol swabs to try and clean something off of the child’s fingers. As she rummaged through her bag, Mom began chanting, “Where is my alcohol? I want my alcohol!” For some reason, people looked at them a little funny. Those of us who live with diabetes see nothing strange about this.
As members of the diabetes community, we are used to blood splattered on our sheets and clothing. We have learned to buy dark sheets and avoid white at all costs.
The other day my son took the ignoring blood everywhere thing to a whole new level. I sat down in the living room and spied his test kit on the coffee table (and of course a pile of dead strips). When I looked at his lancing device I was shocked! That thing looked like it had been used in a murder!! I couldn’t believe all of the blood it had on it. It truly looked like it had been part of some sort of deadly attack.
When I asked my son about it he was very calm. He saw nothing wrong with the state of his lancet. I was positive that if a police officer had walked in at that moment, he would tear my house apart looking for the dead body. I could give any CSI episode a run for its money in blood splatter!
But our oddness seems to be spreading. Our terms that so often sound like something out of a counter-culture…being high, needing alcohol, having a shot, seem to have made their way into main stream media. Last night I was doing some research on an athlete. He is heading to the Olympics but I really knew nothing about him. I found a bit more information last night but my work ended after reading a CTV article.
Now CTV is a respected Canadian television network. They discussed the trials and tribulations of this young man…not only is he obviously a little off his rocker for choosing a sport that requires him to ski for FIFTY KILOMETERS (I can’t do 50 meters!) but he is doing it after numerous sports-related injuries and surgeries as well as living with Type 1 diabetes. He is truly amazing but the best, best, best part of the article for me was when they discussed life before his insulin pump. You see in those days he was required to take up to 10 HITS of insulin a day!! I have heard it called a lot of things but even for me, “hits” of insulin took me directly to the drug world and I had to laugh.
I honestly don’t care if they want to call it hits of insulin. It doesn’t matter to me if people think I am crazy when I ask if my kid is high. These are things that we live with and maybe using these words that have become so popular in reference to other things will just make this disease a bit more memorable for people and make the ask more questions.
Off to check and see how many “hits” my son took today….
Read more humour diabetes tidbits here.