When I was in kindergarten there was an evil old bitch… excuse me I meant teacher! Who had it in her mind that I would fake feeling dizzy so that I could get attention from my Mom and everyone else. This teacher didn’t realize is that it is normal for people with juvenile diabetes to feel dizzy or sick multiple times a day because diabetics experience a polarization of many blood sugars throughout the day.
One minute, you can have a blood sugar of 35 and, within an hour or so, be 400. Basically, one minute you feel like you’re going to pass out or have a heart attack from low blood sugar, and the next you feel like you’re going to throw up and, well, then pass out.
There was this one day when I was in class, and I felt like the world was spinning all around, and all I wanted to do was lie down on the floor. I knew this feeling very well. I knew I was low.
I told my teacher, Mrs. Dumbitchass, that I felt low and I needed to have my Mom check my blood sugar. My Mom was a volunteer at the school because she knew that schools were not equipped to deal with type one diabetics, so, she always wanted to be close by so that she could save my life.
Mrs. Dumbitchass told me, “Angela, if you make me call your Mom over from the other class to come into ours to check your blood sugar and if you’re not low, I’m going to have a long talk with your Mom about you making up feeling low because you want people to pay attention to you and get special treatment.” She then said, “There are a lot of times you say you’re low and you’re not.”
I thought to myself that I should just say I’m fine because my teacher’s mad at me and I should want to please her because she’s an adult… but then I thought, this lady needs to shut the fuck up! Who the hell is she to tell me I’m making up how I feel?
I politely said to Mrs. Dumbitchass, “I need you to call my Mom over.”
She called my Mom over from the other classroom that she was helping out and my Mom checked my blood sugar and I was in the early 50s (which is really bad).
I can still remember the icky way my teacher looked. It was a nice combo of “Oh wow, Angela could’ve passed out, had a seizure, or died; if her Mom didn’t get called over soon enough!” and “I’m a terrible human being for trying to intimidate a small child.”
What Mrs. Dumbitchass failed to realize, is that type one diabetes takes a toll on you mentally and physically. Often people experience extreme mental fog, sadness, exhaustion, migraines, insomnia, and nauseous even when their blood sugar is normal.
I’ve always had this fantasy of seeing ole’ Dumbitchass and telling her, “You could’ve killed me! You could’ve killed a five-year-old. Do you feel good about that bitch… cough, I meant teacher.”