In which I once again ask for your opinion
So whenever I have a few posts in a row that deal with one particular subject, be it diabetes, adoption, or politics, I worry that I'm going to lose some of the other "one issue voters."
Should I worry about this?
Do you just skip the posts that aren't relevant to you? Do you read them and maybe learn something new? Do you get bored and stop reading?
This is such a strange virtual world. I recently noticed that I seemed to have fallen off someone's blogroll, someone with whom I frequently exchange comments. Has she gotten sick of me? Was it an accident? Should I say something?
I'm pondering all this because I have another question I'd like to throw out to the diabetes community and yet I feel like lately I've been very diabetes focused here and I don't want my other blog-friends to dump me because I haven't had much to say related to queer-family-building of late. I promise there's news coming down the pike... That said:
Have you ever had to tell someone that they were diabetic? Maybe tested a friend's blood sugar, or a friend of a friend's blood sugar, and had the meter come back with a number that made you gasp? A number that would throw off the averages on your meter for weeks to come?
It's funny, because I used to fantasize about this when I was a kid. I would imagine testing my best friend's blood sugar, and finding out that she was diabetic too. Then not only would I have saved her life, but we would be best buddies who would take our shots together and understand each other more than ever.
Today, it happened. With someone I don't yet know well, but hope to have an ongoing friendship with. The significant other of a very good friend. And I didn't know what to say, what to do. We came up with reasons why the number might be wrong. Sugary fingers. Recently ate. Forgot to take his "pre-diabetic" pill. He didn't want to test again, and respecting the boundaries of my relationship with him, I didn't push it, just urged him to get to a doctor soon. Very soon. Possibly tomorrow. Could I should I have done more?
ETA: After consulting with some people who are actual medical professionals and don't just play one on the internet, my friend and his SO went to the ER last night and will go to a doctor to get on top of things today or tomorrow. I feel a little obligated, especially since said friend reads this blog (Hi honey! Love you both!) to step in and defend his sweetie from the stereotype of the neglectful T2 diabetic. which I hear peeking up a bit in the comments. Without having more of the details than I felt comfortable posting, I can totally understand why people went there. But while this was definitely a wake up call for him, in his defense, he had not aggressively been hitting snooze for the past ten years...
And P.S. - I still don't think insulin smells like band aids. Rubbing alcohol crossed with sweaty metal subway hand smell is the best I can come up with.