Every once in while, each member of the pancreatically challenged hoard comes up against diabetes fatigue. This manifests itself through the victim running themselves down into a slough of despond, shaking their fist at the heavens and generally cursing their wonky pancreas.
I’ve been suffering from diabetes fatigue recently and it’s not entirely fun.
I suppose the thing that gets me down isn’t really the fact that there is unlikely to be a cure in our lifetimes (unless you’re an immortal member of the clan
No, it’s not the lack of cure thing that gets me down; it’s the sheer downright tedium of diabetes. You have to admit that constantly checking your blood glucose, injecting or pumping, keeping a vague eye on what you eat, calculating how much insulin to put in after going on a bike ride, explaining to taxi drivers what Type One is, and on and on and on is extremely and brain-numbingly boring.
I wonder whether it would be different if the symptoms were more varied? For example it might be less dull if a lack of sugar gave diabetics a rather pleasing green – mottled with purple – tinge to their skin rather than just boring old sweating and the shakes. Too much sugar could lead to any number of random symptoms – the ability to briefly hover, the power to crush girders or the superhuman skill to change energy supplier in ten minutes flat. If these symptoms were utterly random, as Forest Gump says “life would be like a box of chocolates”, which would be far more entertaining than the boring old fact that said box of chocolates requires 16 units of humalog to balance the carb intake.
Sadly, though unless we get some very cool scientific breakthroughs in the next year or so, we’re not going to be able to vary our symptoms when we screw things up. So we’re stuck with the terrible tedium of diabetes. Booooooo!