Advocating and educating is exhausting. Doing it in 104 degree heat is even more exhausting. Doing it while battling high blood sugars as a result of the heat is pretty much on the brink of being more than I can handle. This afternoon Emma and I ran a table for JDRF downtown. The city closed off the main street there to vehicles...I think it was to promote walking and try to get people to stop polluting the air with exhaust from their cars. First off...I find it a little ironic that the majority of people had to in fact drive there to park their cars and get out and walk along the closed off street. Oh well, who am I to judge? In any case, we arrived around 10:30am and set up the table which included various brochures and other info about type 1 diabetes, cookbooks, cute little teddy bears, and a ring toss game that people could play for $2 and win some neat JDRF silly bands in the shape of sneakers. By the time I was finished assembling the tent, table, signs, and materials...I was sweating like a fat guy at an All U Can Eat restaurant. Emma and I sat down and awaited some customers....we waited...and waited...and waited. It was slow going for sure. Emma was looking overheated and after testing I wound up having to correct a high of course. Why does it never occur to me to set a temp basal in situations like this? I'm an idiot. Anyway, the day turned out to be extremely slow...we raised a little bit of money, talked with a couple of people, and actually even met a police officer who was type 1 diabetic. Coincidentally enough, she was stationed right next to our table manning (womanning?) the blockade at the corner of the street to make sure no morons decided to try and drive thru anyway. She walked up to our table and told me that she was diabetic and we wound up having a nice conversation...funny how life seems to throw those coincidences in now and again. I am a firm believer in things happening for a reason...fate.
The rest of the afternoon went alright until a man/looney walked/jumped up to our table and proceeded to tell me that he USED to have ADHD and that everyone has something and diabetes just so happens to be Emma's "thing". He told me that he overcame his ADHD years ago just by talking to people like me, taking pills, and therapy. He told Emma that one day she would overcome her diabetes too. He told me that everyone is sick in some way shape or form. The whole time he was shouting/preaching to me...he was jumping around, waving his arms and hands about, basically full out talking a mile a minute. It was definitely one of the weirdest experiences/coversations I have had in a long time. I felt bad for him because obviously he was mentally ill....but I could still feel my D-Momma protective defensive attitude trying to pop up and put an end to his babbling about Emma's diabetes being just like his ADHD. It's not the same...it will never be the same...it's not even in the same ballpark buddy. But I didn't say a word. Maybe it's because it was 104 out...maybe because I was exhausted and worn out from correcting highs...maybe it's because I felt like a limp piece of lettuce and didn't even have the energy to open my mouth. Who knows. Eventually he walked away. Eventually I got to pack up and leave and bring us back to the sweet sweet air conditioning. Eventually I had to do a site change because I discovered some issues in the tubing...occlusions i think they are called? I'm still new to this...so I can't remember. Eventually her blood sugars will come down from my corrections. Diabetes involves entirely too many "eventually's" in my opinion. I'm done with this day. On to the next where I plan on kicking some diabetes ass and taking names...er...name I suppose...only one name for the big unwanted thorn in my side.