Yesterday was a sick day. I was up all night as was my son. We were sick to our stomachs until morning came. It was a rough night.
My son had his last day of finals yesterday and said he could not stay home so he went to school and was fine.
I, on the other hand, could not get out of bed. I was drained and wiped out and still felt terrible.
Age? Diabetes? Both?
By noon yesterday I felt better. I was scared to eat but finally managed to have some soup. It soothed and made me feel better. Luckily it was an overnight thing and not a week long thing like I have had before.
But today something strange happened. I walked into work and co-workers started asking how I was. But I detected something different. It was almost as if they didn’t believe me at least, that was how it seemed.
Wanting to know what time George threw up, and what time I felt funny, and what did I eat, and why did I not go to doctors, and could it be my diabetes, and then my favorite statement of all…
“You need to take care of yourself.”
I think this is it. I think they think I don’t care about myself or my diabetes. I can almost hear them all talking in the lunch room about how much weight I have gained and how “down” I have been and they knew what happened the other night with my BG skyrocketing after my set got pulled out.
Is it just me or are there people around you who assume that any stumble, any complication you may have means you are not taking care of yourself? I know the real deal but honestly, we all want to take better care of ourselves. So those statements start to make me wonder.
So when I hear them say “You need to take care of yourself” and I just nod, smile, and blog their asses.