Wednesday, May 11, 2011

"I thought you did" "not me, i thought you did"

okay, so it's 1976.  my family and i have been "dealing" with diabetes for almost 2yrs now.  We frequently travel to my grandparents house for weekends.  they live about 2 1/2 hours away from us.  i am, at this time, only taking 1 shot/day.  a mix of R and Lente insulins.  first thing in the morning.  its been a long week for my parents.  both work full time, and they are looking forward to going away for the weekend.  my sister and i are responsible for packing our own clothes and stuff to take to our grandparents.  i choose books, and some word puzzles.  i remember loving word find puzzles.  it's friday night and we hit the road.
we arrive probably around 9ish.  and so begins another boring weekend.  i must admit that i hated visiting my grandparents.  not because i didn't love them, but it was just sooooo boring!  no kids lived on their street.  my cousins lived across town, and could only be reached via car.  they were definately not the cool grandparents my husband and i are!!!  anyway, the evening goes like this....
"kim, go test your urine, while i make your snack"
"okay mom." and off i go in the direction of the bathroom.  i hate doing this.  i am a brat and i very rarely do it.  and so, i go into the bathroom, but rather than do the test, i brush my hair, look through the magazines and come out and tell her it's fine.  i probably made up something that sounded good.
my dear, dear mother has made me my "bedtime snack".  same thing night after night after night.  melba toast with peanut butter.  mmmmm yum...NOT   8\
i go downstairs to the "tv room" and work on some word puzzles.  bedtime rolls around and i drift off the sleep, listening to the sound of my sister snoring.
morning comes and as usual, my mother is up bright and early.  she wakes me up at 8am like she does every saturday morning.  diabetes has a ritual that must be followed and never deviated from.  she has the orange juice on the table, the bread waiting patiently to be put in the toaster and eggs boiling on the stove. 
"kim, did you grab your insulin out of your suitcase?"
"no, i don't have it, i thought you did"
"not me, i thought you did.  are you saying you didn't pack it?"
"nope i didn't pack it, mom you always pack it"
"OH MY GOSH!!!! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO???? HOW COULD WE NOT PACK IT??? WAIT A MINUTE, IF WE DIDN'T BRING IT HOW EXACTLY DID YOU DO YOUR URINE TEST LAST NIGHT??? YOU LIED TO ME DIDN'T YOU??" and on, and on, until finally my dad says,
"lets just take her to the hospital and get them to give her a shot."
"oh, oh, yes that's a good idea lets do it, come on kim, get in the car, we have to go now!and you better be prepared to do that urine test!!!!" says my mother.
and so off we go to the hospital, to explain to the nurses in the ER why i needed them to "give me a shot".
they suggested we wait til the pharmacy opens and just buy the supplies we need, but my mother insists that "DIABETES IS NOT SOMETHING TO BE MESSED WITH SO JUST GIVE HER THE DAMN SHOT!!, and by the way, would you mind if we dropped by tomorrow as well?  perhaps a little closer to 8 though so as not to throw things off too much?? thanks!"
and that my friends, was the first blooper of my 36year friendship with D. 

1 comment:

  1. This is funny!!! I remember pretending to do urine tests too . . . . but never got caught because the test kit wasn't with us. LOL And then not having the insulin too - I love that your mom made the nurse at the hospital do it instead of waiting for the pharmacy. :)

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