Put the angel food cake DOWN!
(I'm kinda ranting today, Sorry!)
I work at a retirement community. We HAVE AWESOME FOOD! It's all home cooked, and our chef is amazing. I work with another person who is a Type 2 Diabetic Male "controlling" his diabetes with diet and pills. He thinks he has to make some rude, dumb A** comment, whenever I eat ANYTHING he thinks isn't "right".
SO this is the conversation the other day, like most we have at lunch. I line together happily dreaming of the yummy baked chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and broccoli. We are also having a tossed green salad, homemade rolls, and angel food cake. (It's like elementary school lunch when you are having your favorite food)
I glance over and ask for a regular size meal with no broccoli. I happily take my plate and pour up a steaming hot SF hot chocolate. My mouth waters and I take a small cut of cake.
Grumbling next to me I hear, "Oh, yeah I forget, lucky one with the insulin pump eating whatever you want." I grab a salad on the end of the bar quickly taking a seat, thinking. . . .WTFudge!?
He plops down next to me eating a VERY LARGE plate of potatoes, gravy, chicken, and a roll. I really do laugh at the fact that canned peaches in syrup is HIS "decent" dessert.
"It must be nice". I don't answer...... "I try hard and the doctor says he wants to put me on insulin, I'm not doing it" I still don't answer...... "Must be nice to be a Type 1".......... I still don't answer and now is not the time to get super pissed. I am already experiencing a major heat wave of hot flashes and I could just jump and choke this idiot!
I count carbs and bolus, check my BG, because Dexter isn't being to good to me today. I only plan on eating half of the mashed potatoes because I am not very fond of them. He stuffs his face, and my ears feel hot. I know it's because I am pissed off. Before I know it, He jumps up and runs off for a LARGE bowl of seconds! He come back with about 4 servings of mashed potatoes and gravy. I just ignore him.
I take a bite of cake and that was the straw that broke the camel's back....
"I wish I could eat whatever I wanted to like you and not have to worry about it. That cake looks pretty good."
I grab my plate and retreat to my office, I can't handle anymore stupidity. Later on he asks why I was so upset. I try to explain that he already has eaten more carbs in one meal than I have eaten in the whole week! I gently try to explain that potatoes are carbs, and that there are a lot more in his meal, and that he could of eaten the cake, and been better off. By then I already know he knows, and I get even more ticked!
I don't play that "them vs us" but I sure do hate being nagged by "food police" that think just because I have a pump, my life is all games. I wish I could explain that one of the worst parts of being a type 1 D is that sometimes things OTHER than food really mess with your BG. IF food counts were all I had to worry about, I would have it MADE. Illness, sadness, exercise, excitement, sorrow, grief, fun, type of carbs, sleep, hot showers, work, and every emotion you can think of effect your BG! I would be happy to trade that anyday!
Some people are just DOO DOO HEADS! Grrrrrrr!
My sympathies go out to anyone (which I am sure is everybody) that has to deal with people's chosen ignorance!