Diabetic Girl Wanted
Oh my goodness, someone pointed me to a face book page that contains a mock (I think it is made up) personal ad for a supportive girl for a diabetic. Here is the link to the personal ad , please take a break and read it over, otherwise my blog today might not make sense.
Now if you have looked things over, I hope I got you back. What I think we have going on is a diabetic asking for a female. I hope you thought it funny. But the truth is while being funny it is also so true. I have done every single thing in this advertisement, and thus subjected my wife to the drama of me doing it.
My favorite is the grocery store candy aisle. How many times have I stood trying to decide which candy bar to pick while my BS plummeted? How many times has my wife stepped up and made the decision for me. Usually with the admonition to just pick one and get it over with. If it were not serious, we would break down laughing. I mean how ridiculous, they don’t make bad candy bars and if they do would it matter? It is a candy bar after all and I am low. I doubt I will even taste the thing as I push it in my mouth. Yet there I stand. Oh yeah I want the Reese peanut butter cups or do I really want the Snickers? Good grief just get one of each I mean I will be back or wish I had since neither one of them, will work fast enough for me to wait.
Then there is someone who doesn’t mind being yelled at. Why is it that when I go low I strike out at the people I love? I tend to do this while they are trying to help me out. I can hear myself right now yelling hurry up. Usually with an expletively tossed in to make sure she gets my point. I do it like she needs to be reminded to rush. When we were first married and I did such a crazy thing, she would get hurt or have tears. Today she says your low, be quiet. Usually while pushing something at me, they I might not even remember and will certainly never taste.
Two nights ago I was selling bonds to build an elementary school. I kept saying the deal is on, we can get this done. And, crazy things like what is the dollar trading for in Tokyo tonight. I mean I knew that when I was selling bonds to build new elementary schools. What does Tokyo have to do with the price of anything?
Of course the one about meeting diabetic friends strikes pretty close to our heart on this board. I really do love TUDiabetes and what I love about the site is the people. So while I have never met one you in person, it is what I talk about. So my wife gets all of that second hand. She hears about the trials and tribulations of the people on TUDiabetes just like you good people are my office mates. I imagine other diseases are also communities, but I cannot imagine a more helpful caring group of people. We share empathy, support, fun, laughter and information. I know I really like coming here, wasting time and sharing my 39 years of chasing the answer of how to manage this crazy disease. My wife talks about her office, I talk about TUDiabtes. I think our stories are better.
So here is the question of the day. Would you, most likely a diabetic, answer this ad? Sadly I would have to say I would not. Looking at it from the outside I would say, that is too much to put on another person. I just could not do it. I mean if you think about it, for me this might turn into a 39 year thing. Could I do this for 39 years? For me the answer is, probably not.
That is why we have to honor our spouses, people we date, people we are engaged too, people that we live with, parents, anyone who has answered such an advertisement. I thank God every day my lovely wife answered my advertisement 39 years ago. It is a tough road to worry about me picking out the “best” candy bar. I am not for certain I would have the patience for it. Still, I am a prize. Hahahahahha Of course when I say that I am joking, my wife is the prize I am just a hanger on in her life. Thank goodness she lets me hang around. As we can see in the is ad, the price is pretty steep.