This week I’ve been sick.
You know how sometimes people complain about what babies men are about getting sick? Well, I’m very masculine when it comes to the way I handle illness.
I do not suck it up. I do not go on about my day as usual and try to fight my way through it. I don’t keep it to myself that I don’t feel well.
I’m sure it’s super annoying for my husband. But the good news is, I rarely get sick. I seriously have thought before that I seem to have such a strong immune system, and so rarely get sick, that maybe this all ties in to how I got this auto-immune disease called Type 1 Diabetes in the first place. At a certain point, my immune system just got bored, went a little nuts, and attacked my cells that produce insulin. And then, BAM! I became a Type 1 Diabetic. Ok, there is no science behind that idea, but it’s the way I think about my T1. I got it because of my overly strong immune system. Yeah!
This week I had a scratchy throat on Tuesday. So besides walking dogs for a couple of hours, I did very little else. My blood sugars started going up and up and up. My body didn’t seem to realize I was giving myself insulin. I had to take about 3 times more than I usually do. And even with that, it never got down where I wanted it to be. But oh well. It’s one day. In a long life.
On Wednesday, my eyeballs ached. My head hurt. Actually, my whole face hurt. I decided it was a sinus “thing”. My husband took me to La Madeline for the Tomato Basil soup because when I’m sick, that’s a requirement. I took not one, but two baths that day and was in my pajamas by about 5pm. I read a bunch of a book I had started the day before that I’m just in love with.
I stayed in bed almost the entire day Thursday. I got up in the morning and felt dizzy in the shower. So I got right back in bed. With wet hair. And made a discovery that my hair looked pretty cool by drying against a pillow. It made my waves a little more pronounced than usual!
Today, I’m coughing and my nose it stuffy, but my face doesn’t hurt. And I’m not dizzy when I stand up. And my blood sugars are back to normal. I’m so much better.
So although I don’t like being sick, it doesn’t suck completely. I don’t fight it. And I don’t try to act tough. And I don’t berate myself for having crappy blood sugar control for a couple of days. Because it’s a long life!