In which people bombard me with questions at my candy eating habits due to low blood sugars.
While I’m low I eat Smarties. Everyone thinks I eat Smarties for fun. It’s actually quite the contrary. I hate Smarties. I eat them for lows because then I can’t be tempted to eat them when I’m not. My dad thinks I am really mature for restricting myself, but the truth is, I can never catch up with bolusing (giving myself insulin via pump) and almost always end up being high. If you haven’t guessed by now, I hate being high.
Low blood sugars make almost everyone confused. For instance, when most people think of Diabetes, they think of a person who is restricted in their eating habits and sugar intake. So most everyone does a double take when they see me stuffing Smarties into my mouth.
And then when hear the reasoning behind my eating habits, they want the candy. This is quite annoying, as you might imagine.
Hence, the reason I carry Smarties. I suppose the biggest reason is that they are easy to put into a bag and stuff into my pencil bag. Also, they are easy to stuff into my mouth without people noticing. Though of course, some people do notice, which is where the dilemma comes in.
I have had a number of odd experiences involving lows and candy. For example, last year I was low in Science class. A girl, we’ll call her Agent X, saw me eating the candy. So Agent X, naturally wanting the candy, asks me why I am eating candy. When I explain that I am a diabetic and that I am having a low, she nods, satisfied. Then she smiles and says, “Yah, I’m a diabetic too.” Agent X laughs. To this day, I still haven’t gotten the joke.
When I was in 6th grade I was in an advanced math class with the worst bunch of 7th graders in the school. So of course I am seated next to a mean boy, who in the next week takes my empty desk as an opportunity to steal my Smarties. I never traced their theft to Mr. Mean Boy, but I’ve always assumed it was him, as he’d seen me eating Smarties before. The next class the teacher moved me to sit with a perfectly nice, and not to mention sane, 6th grade girl named Sarah.
Just this year I was low and a girl noticed me eating candy. “Claire, you bad a**,” she said. “You’re eating candy.” That’s the first time I’ve ever been cussed at, by the way. I find it odd that I was cussed at for inhaling sugar. So I quickly explained that I was a diabetic.
So, I think that the solution to this problem is to say that everyone goes wacko around candy. Everyone except the diabetic in the group, of course, who immediately pull their pump out, and bolus up.
Type 1 Diabetic, Teenage Blogger, Candy Eater