Megtronic

executive dysfunction (I know I need to eat right now, I just physically and mentally and emotionally cannot)

dissociation (fuzziness, nothing really matters, I’m kinda warm and shaky, I’ll be okay)

willfulness and feeling kinda like I age regress when I’m low (mentally, I feel like I’m talking to a frustrated toddler, and like I just can’t do it)

that feeling of being in the middle of a panic attack (see also: dissociation)

Other ones I didn’t add, but am thinking of now are:

exhaustion and burnout (I have saved myself so many times, and now I have to do it again??)

denial (if I don’t do a blood sugar, maybe my numbers will be in range and I’ll feel okay!)

not really trusting my body because of all the mixed messages and confusion (like guessing and feeling like my numbers are 60, when really they’re 330 or so)

I hope you realize that it’s not sugar and “diabeetus.”

I hope you realize it’s waking up at 3AM, shaking and dizzy and using all of your energy to find your blood sugar kit, and then more to find something to treat the low.

I hope you realize that it’s little black bumps on your fingertips from countless blood sugar checks.

I hope you realize that it’s scarring on your stomach, arms, and legs from injections and insulin pump sites.

I hope you realize it’s not being able to just eat anything when your friends do without worrying about a major blood sugar spike.

I hope you realize it’s getting unwanted attention in school when you do a blood sugar check or one of your devices beeps.

I hope you realize that it’s trying to stay in the best shape possible, and still hearing all of the fat and eating jokes.

I hope you realize that we’ve been hearing these jokes all our lives, and we’re going to be hearing them until the end.

I hope you realize that these jokes aren’t cool or funny.