Thoughtless people

Diabetes is hard. Communicating my needs to non-Diabetic is even harder.

I've been sick all week...

Not a little cold, or a minor illness. It's been some sort of fucking evil strand of I might kill you and there's nothing you can do about it. For four mornings straight, my meter has been waving at me. I'm supposed to eat with my insulin, but when it doesn't register on the meter which means it's over 600, I won't eat. I know it's bad, but I don't feel comfortable eating until it's down to the 100s. Also, it saves me from going to the hospital.

But the thing that gets to me is the stupid old puerto rican biddy that gave me this nasty ass illness of death, decided to stop taking her meds. Why? Because Muscinex was bringing too much stuff up. Mum told her how I can't be near her and my madrina until she gets better. She told them that this illness has the potential to take my life. She told them I've been having problems stabilizing my blood sugar and the high and lows are doing a number on my system.

Yet, the old biddy was like, no I don't want to take it. Mum told her that she probably got it from the plane trip and the old biddy says I gave it to her via ear candling. Finally, Mum takes her to a clinic, who confirms that she did get the illness from the plane and the muscinex was the best thing for her and to continue to take it.

I guess I wouldn't be so pissed if this wasn't the first time she and my madrina have come into town. I guess I wouldn't be so mad if I thought they would visit us again, but I know they won't. I guess I wouldn't be so livid if this damn illness didn't take a week out of my life. I recently quit my job, I'm looking for a new one and what happens...I lose my voice for a damn week. What does that mean, it means I can't call places, I can't walk in an inquire about positions. A week, gone because of the old womans weak immune system.

And she doesn't even give a shit about her health. And if she doesnt' care about her own health, she sure as hell doesn't give a rat's ass about mine. Everytime I go over there, I am risking my life to see them. RISKING MY LIFE. And do they care, no. Do they understand, probably not. I already have a weak immune system, anything can take me down.

Oh but, all the over the counter meds Mum tries to give her is making her worse. Well, woman your 78 years old and if you don't know it by now, shit has to get worse before you start getting better. If you are coughing up an arm and a leg it's good because the nasty stuff is getting out of your system and killing the germs. That's the point of medication.

She goes to the clinic and all of a sudden she's overembellishing, exagerrating everything.

"Oh my god, I have a fever."
"Oh my god, I am cold. I have chills."

She wasn't complaining about a fever or chills or even coughing before she got to the clinic.

And this is how I look at it.....SO let me get this straight. She was sick, you gave her meds, she started feeling better, but then too much mucus and phelm was coming up and she couldn't deal with it so she quit taking her meds, then she claims that the ear candling got her sick because there is no way the plane ride over here did her in since there was no one sick on the plane, then she exagerrates symptoms she doesn't even have.....this is what I call old lady pay attention to me syndrome.

The woman probably didn't even want to come visit, got sick and saw it as a way to get away with doing nothing and dampering the trip at the same time.

Then my madrina complains about how she can't take her mother anywhere because she always get sick. Well, that's what happens when you're 78 and on a plane for longer than 5 hours.

Ahhhh.......so frustrating.