No Pseudo Love from a Pseudohound!!

You ever have one of those days where it just seems like nothing can go right? You wake up with a blood sugar level over 200, you've run out of pen needles, you cant find your medication, you're just totally feeling like crap and the one thing you want is for everyone and everything to leave you alone. Yea ok great, glad to know it's not just me. 

You're trying to figure out your plan of action; how you're going to make it through the day as a "normal" person instead of letting your diabetes take center stage. And then THEY appear. Like trained diabetic bloodhounds, they can smell the high glucose levels, hear the rapid heart beats, taste the dry mouth, feel the waves of nausea, but most of all they can see that horrible look on your face.

You're hoping that look translates into "back off, together me and my bed will take care of this" but I can assure you they're picking up "come help me and make things better" instead. I like to call these people "Pseudohounds". Now normally if I'm suffering from any other non diabetic related sickness their help to make me feel better is welcomed with open arms. I love for people to do whatever it takes for me to feel more comfortable, however this is not the case when it comes to my diabetes. If I'm honest with myself I can say it has a lot to do with my pride, something that has been both a gift and a curse in many aspects of my life. When it comes to my diabetes anything that makes me look weak or like I cant handle "it" is a big no-no. So when these pretend doctors come sniffing out a couple symptoms and swear they know the correct course of treatment I am immediately turned off. In my mind they have no idea of how I feel or what it is that Im going through, and their 20 question inquisition is not going to get them any closer to understanding.

The Pseudohounds course of action is probably something completely different from what you wanted, forces you to use energy you don't have and has the potential to make you even more irritable. But before you completely write them off it would be wise to not only take their advise but appreciate the love behind it as well. My #1 Pseudohound, my mommy, convinced me to go to the hospital last year when I kept complaining of a headache that I just wanted to "sleep off". From hundreds of miles away this Pseudohound made sure her voice was heard and when I finally went to the emergency room I found out I had Dka!! Had it not been for her overbearing persistence, who knows what could have happened. 

In no way am I saying everytime someone thinks its something wrong with you, you're going to end up in the hospital with a life threatening emergency. However, it's not too much to ask to take into consideration what some of these Pseudohounds have to say. When it comes to matters like these it's kind of like if you're a girl and you complain your stomach hurts and you have nausea. Automatically everyone assumes you're pregnant, when you could actually be dealing with a bad case of food poisoning. A tiny creature growing inside of you might not have even entered your mind as being the root of your sickness but I'm sure you'll be stopping by a pharmacy later on. So take the precautionary measures, along with the love and support offered by your Pseudohounds. Let them help in their own little ways, you never know when they just might be on to something!!