My dad came home from the doctors and informed me that he was diagnosed with diabetes. He explained what the disease is and how it affects the body . He went over how to Control your diabetes, Glucose Testing, and Glucose Testing. He showed me Testing Strips and how to use them for Glucose Testing.
My father said he wanted me to be ready in case I ever got diabetes myself. Logically , I informed him, “ No, this is about you and how you control your diabetes. Not mine. I’m fine.”
My dad finally broke the horrible news. I am at a higher risk than other kids because my father has the disease. I know about diabetes so I told my dad that he has type1 diabetes and the only type of diabetes that goes from generation is type two and that skips one generation when it goes down the lineage of one’s family . Nevertheless, my father insisted I know all about diabetes control. His reasoning was that I might marry someone with diabetes or one of my children might turn out to be diabetic according to my generation theory so what time is better than the present? Finally, I relented. I presumed it wouldn’t be a bad thing to know about Testing blood sugar and everything that comes along with diabetes . Maybe if something happened my father might really need my help. So I broke down and told my father that I should learn right along with him .
My father nodded sagely and proceed to tell about his extraordinary diet, how he was eating better, wanting to exercise more, and keeping his sugar down. He’d never thought about eating health foods and working out a lot when he was young, especially when he was my age. Whatever my dad wanted he ate it, whenever he wanted to eat it. This ended up catching up to him when he grew older .
My dad loved to swim when he was younger, going to the health club every once in a while . Eventually, as he grew older , he admitted he’d become lazier and lazier and the frequent visits to swim were few and far between . Soon he stopped going altogether, but his eating habits only became worse.
Potato chips for a midnight snack? Who cares?
A couple of Mountain Dews to help get through the day? Why not?
Two more scoops of ice cream than normal? And then another? Then what about that extra sweet cake that Aunt Carly brought over? A few pieces of that won’t hurt How could he say no?
It was no shock that he’d gotten diabetes. When one broke it down it came down to the fact that my father hadn’t taken care of himself in years .
But that wasn’t the end of the lecture, no, sir.
He told me to watch him while he Glucose Testing levels in his blood . He pricked his fingertip and dropped blood onto a Testing Strips. He said Testing Strips were a good brand, to be honest I had no clue that diabetes Testing strips had brands . Then he put the strip into the monitor, which told him what his blood sugar level was .
It was all so easy . Now I knew how to do it if I somehow contracted diabetes. In fact, I could potentially help my father out with the task . After all, regardless of anything else, he is my dad .
Posted on April 22nd, 2008 by admin
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