Be wary of the unsolicited advice!
Every disabled or chronically ill person really hates unsolicited advice. For god’s sake, if you know somebody with an illness it is unproductive to talk about the latest breakthroughs which in all likelihood will be unavailable because of Big Pharma. Take somebody with MS. Their body will breakdown. You do not need to remind them that what they do for treatment is only a preventative measure.
If you don’t know what you are talking about, if you are not a medical professional, keep your mouth shut. Do not put your foot in your mouth if you do not know the difference between blood pressure and blood sugar. Please do not assume you know something. Keep your mouth shut. Don’t sound like an idiot. Let the person talk.
Type 1 diabetes has no cure yet. New breakthroughs are hardly available and some people have no interest in hearing about a potential cure. Don’t call my diabetes a horrible illness even if you have diabetes insipidus. Diabetes is manageable. I have friends because I know how to have fun despite type 1 diabetes. I have good days and bad days. The holiday highs are upon me so I’m going for a half hour walk every day.
I am a perfect type 1 diabetic. Don’t stare at me at Christmas in the Park if I am having a churro and taking insulin. Many diabetics know how to have sugar in their diets. I’m one of them. I plan on having a churro as well as lunch every Sunday with my boyfriend. Like I said, I know how to have fun. If I walk, at least my metabolism works better. In dysfunctional families, the holidays are times of high stress.
My new endo reminds me not to set my standards too high. I let myself have positive obsessions. Oh and by the way, the person who hit me making it her fault showed up at the house. I was civil, more civil than her “screaming give me the money, give it to me.” I left that and called the cops. I have at least two witnesses. I changed lanes but she hit me from behind. She told me what to tell the insurance company. I wasn’t going to be bullied twice. People in my family are submissive females and need to learn to stand up for themselves. I never let anybody mess with me. My family is sexist and messed up. Let’s just say my witness was catching on to the situation better than certain people. Thank god I called the cops on this one.