Mostly True Memoirs
I won this round.
Type One Diabetes sucks.
It’s a 24/7/365 burden, both physically and mentally.
If you’re sick with another illness, the diabetes just gets more complicated.
The T1D Grown Son has recently had a shoulder surgery.
His blood sugars are all over the place.
He’s in pain from his surgery, and he’s exhausted from the diabetes.
So yeah, he’s cranky.
Really, really, really, cranky.
If it were anyone else, I might have told him off by now.
But I can’t because what if it’s a low blood sugar?
Low blood sugar is not an excuse to be a jerk.
Unless, of course, it’s a really, really, really low blood sugar.
There’s only one thing to do in a situation like this.
I gave him the Angry Mom Stinkeye.
He cowered in fear and apologized meekly.
Mom 1, Diabetes 0.