Last week, Miss Manners completely failed the diabetic community. She suggests that diabetics should retreat to a restroom and hide when it comes time to check blood sugar. The post is here: Miss Manners missed this one.
This has been covered at length in the diabetic community, and this is perhaps my favorite response from Scott Benner: Making People Hide Is Never The Right Answer
At the time, I mentioned in some forums on Facebook that we already have an issue with people being embarrassed and ashamed by their disease, and this doesn’t help that cause at all. Having to work with sterilized tools in disgusting bathrooms is ridiculous. This is Luke and his mother Dorrie, from Saving Luke. They are close personal friends, and also members of our Canine Hope family. They are checking Luke’s blood sugar in line while waiting for the ride Luigi’s Flying Tires at California Adventure this past weekend. It was my son’s 6th birthday, and they came with us to help celebrate.
Why is she checking him in line? He had a rough night of high blood sugars, and she was trying to get enough insulin into him to bring it down. Waiting in line at an amusement park takes a long time, and we weren’t about to lose our spots to appease someone like Miss Manners. And beyond that, there are so many things that can affect BS, and they ALL seem to converge at the amusement park. Excitement, anticipation, fear, sensory overload, physical activity, park food, it’s ALL there. For a good portion of the morning, Luke was high and for a good portion of the afternoon, Stella was low. Luke’s high BS was due to a site going bad, requiring a site change, and Stella required a constant flow of carbs. Both kids required extra BS checks all day. We did these things in the open. In line at rides, at the lunch table, in the middle of the walkway, where ever we needed to. Even Luke’s site change was done outside. Why? Because these things need to be done. Diabetes is a bastard. It requires your attention immediately. It isn’t prim and proper. It is bold and in your face. It doesn’t wait while you gather your things and go someplace more discreet. Diabetes is no wall flower. It’s the drunk frat guy next to the keg at the party that everyone wishes would just leave but never does. It’s intimidating. And it can be life threatening. There is no shame in having diabetes. The shame is that anyone has to suffer with it. And no one gasped, or was shocked in horror or got up and left. Several times it opened a dialog and allowed us to educate and inform. Our kids will never be forced to hide with this disease. And if anyone asks them to, I will very quickly turn into that drunk frat guy…
So next time you happen to be out and about and see Miss Manners at a restaurant, the grocery store, or you happen to be lucky enough to sit next to her on an airplane, feel free to go ahead and poke your finger. Make Quentin Tarrantino proud, and get a drop of blood, and check your BS right there in front of her.
Instead of checking blood sugar in the bathroom, I believe using your post in there is a better idea.
Hey, Miss Manners, forgive me for forgetting mine