I haven’t figured out if it is pride, shame, or a combination of both; but I detest being viewed as weak, sick, needy…pitied. It is a double-edged sword to look normal and healthy when my body can be such a deceiver as to how I feel. Usually, I love the pretense of fitting in the “normal” crowd. Sometimes I feel so lousy, hurt, or have no gas left in the tank…not even a whiff of a fume. I just want someone to understand, empathize a little, without coddling.
A week ago, I took my Sunday afternoon nap, waking up feeling decent, and proud of my 125 sugar reading. I was fixing a snack before evening church and bolused for my intended carb intake. I started feeling nauseous, creating an urgent sense of panic for me. Loose insulin stampeding in my system and unarmed with my evening Stiff Person medication…a double whammy of possible 911 scenarios…starring me, looking good.
I tried drinking a small amount of orange juice to head the renegade insulin off at the pass. My blood sugar was starting a dangerous decline. My body ambushed me. Nausea won. I collided at the pass with an upchucky wagon. After the collision, I started to feel better; so I sipped on a regular cola and had some crackers. I was dipping into the 50’s by then. Five o’clock and an hour until church.
My meds were staying down and the crackers were not in imminent projectile mode. I sucked on some hard candy while I got ready for church. My make-up survived the ordeal, so why not? I know most would question, “Why go?”
It is simple. I always hurt or feel sub par; it varies in degrees. If I allowed tolerable (key word) discomfort to deter me, I would never do anything. I had bottomed in the 40’s by the time I got to church, but I was looking well. My facade of rosy health, complete with brilliant smile, was chronic hypocrisy, especially in church. Crunching on some more hard candy, I started curving upwards in the 50 range when church was over.
Church always makes me feel good. My bout at the Not OK corral had subsided and I managed to eat a small meal. After this duel, I felt drained, but victorious. There is something special, empowering for me, in overcoming minor setbacks, while lookin’ good.
“He had a marvelous sense of the absurd. He could see right through pretense and cut right to the heart of the hypocrisy of the human condition. He was a gem.”
~Mike Parker~
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