In our family, my sister-in-law is famous for the phrase that is the title of this post. According to my husband, it was her mantra. She was gonna do it her way come what may. That fortitude, while challenging to her parents while growing up, has served her well. She has grown up to become an outstanding person both professionally and personally. Her childhood motto still comes to mind when we are facing things that we just don’t want to do. For instance, tonight I brushed my teeth, washed my face, slipped into my nightie and, finally, tested to calibrate my Dexcom. 75. Huh?! A glance at the Dexcom showed 77 which is why I didn’t hear an alarm. I have it set to 75. I surely didn’t feel a single hypo symptom. In fact, of late, I don’t really feel my lows much at all. Earlier today my Dexcom alarmed when I was almost finished brushing out the dog. I had just taken a long walk so it was not surprise to be a bit low so I decided to try to finish up before grabbing a snack. Two brushes later my heart started to pound and I felt a bit funny. I put down the brush and checked the Dexcom. 75. Arrow down. Ok. I decided to test as well. 54. That would explain the strange feeling. Luckily I was looking forward to eating a little something then. But tonight? Tonight I was not in the least bit interested in traipsing down the stairs and hunting up something to raise but not skyrocket my BS. I found myself chanting to myself with each tread, “I don’t want to, I don’t have to, I’m not going to….you can’t make me.” I surely wasn’t interested in glucose tablets. Chocolate – too slow and later too high. Marshmallows – too sticky and not at all appealing. Ginger cookies bought for the purpose – too filling and crunchy. I didn’t want anything sweet! Finally I happened upon jarred grapefruit in light syrup. I did the trick nicely without leaving me feel like I had just eaten rocks. When all was said and done, I trudged back up the stairs to re-brush my teeth. My sugar was back up and my attitude much improved at the thought of finally slipping between the sheets.
Still, there are just those moments, no matter your age, when you just have to vent; “I don’t want to, I don’t have to, I’m not going to, you can’t make me…”
So there Diabetes!