Back in the Old Days

I read a tweet about a girl who gave herself an insulin shot in a classroom setting and managed to disrupt someone’s world. I’m being sarcastic. My response would not have been so polite, at least if she had made a second comment.

It brought to mind how I do things differently in modern times compared to back in the day when Fred Flintstone and I rode around together, feels like that at times. Back then if we went out to eat, my mom or dad went to the bathroom with me and drew up and injected right there in one of the dirtiest rooms possible. Why? Stigmatism. In those days if you saw someone with a syringe in a bathroom it was, what drugs are you using? That was on my mind each and every time we did that. It made me self conscious that I was making someone else feel uncomfortable.

I spent years trying to not offend or irritate people I didn’t know or really care about. My dad was really bad about this. “Let’s go in here to stay out of the way.” Seemed more like a “lets stay hidden so they don’t know we have issues” kind of move.

Now, I don’t care if someone sees me shooting up. I even call it that. Shooting up is usually a term used by druggies getting high, not diabetics saving their own lives. I never go into a bathroom to inject anymore. If someone flushes a toilet you just got sprayed with fecal bacteria. Does not matter much that you used alcohol or other disinfectant because once it dries it no longer works. That bacteria could hang in the air for several minutes before landing on the counter or faucet. Sorry to ruin people’s meals but this is reality.

I’ve had people come up and ask if I was diabetic, while I was injecting. There are so many of us now it is not as odd to see someone injecting in  a restaurant or store as it once was. 22 million of us in the USA alone and about 10% of them are type 1, insulin dependent for those not versed in the language. I make no apologies as I have come to terms with the fact that I die without it and refuse to say sorry for that.

My first response to someone who says they are not comfortable with me injecting is to take into consideration their timing. If they say something while I’m drawing the insulin from the bottle I will politely excuse myself to another area to jab and go.  Some people are sacred of needles and I get that. If they have waited, watching me draw it up and then say something while I have the needle stuck in my skin, well, they just out of luck. I am going to continue. A person who waits until it is too late will most likely be the person who pitches the biggest tantrum as well.

That is when my inner ass comes out. He is not nice nor is he well behaved. He will tell you most likely what you do not want to hear. I try to leave him at home but there are people in this world who seem to just be hunting for him. If you wish to be rude do not expect that to be a one way conversation. The worst mistake you can make is to think that because I am an “inferior” diabetic that I can’t defend myself. lol Game on.

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