I sat next to my daughter as we watched her meter count down.
It was Field Day at school. It was hot. The water cooler was nearly empty. We were sweaty...
And we both knew this number would be high.
After waking up with a number higher than usual, an unexpected cupcake treat for a classroom birthday party, and then navigating a maze of sports drinks and popsicles outside on a 100+ degree day, we already knew this number would confirm it was time to yank the old site, fill her pump with fresh insulin, and aggressively correct the stubborn high BG that haunted us all day.
353 mg/dL...just as suspected.
Before I had a chance to reassure her we’d take as little time as possible on the sidelines to deal with it, I heard a voice cackling over my shoulder...
“OH MY GOSH! What did she eat? What did she DO to make that number so high? That’s REALLY high, you know...”
The voice took both of us by surprise. My daughter glanced up as I turned my head slightly to the right only to find another parent – a Looming Stranger – hovering over my shoulder. The parent went on to explain that she saw us step away from the game with a glucometer and, since she’s a nurse, she came to offer her assistance in case we needed it.
Um. How kind of her?
In that moment, I could sense my daughter wanting to say something. I could feel the prolonged elevated blood glucose and preteen hormones mulling over the words in her mind, and silently hoped there wasn’t too much sassy flare on her tongue when they fell out of her mouth.
Instead she looked at me.
I looked at her.
Something needed to be said, and apparently, I was the one who needed to say it.
I am her adult. Her parent. Her pancreatic-partner...I needed to pull up my britches and respond to Looming Stranger...
“We’re fine. Thanks.”
With that, Looming Stranger walked away.
When I met her open-mouthed gaze again, it was apparent she felt there were a few things I had left unsaid. Quite honestly, as I rehash everything here, I can think of plenty myself. However, in that moment, we needed to change her pump site, correct the number, and get back to the games.
Later that day, her numbers recovered. She was freshly showered and stretched out on her bed with a book when I peeked in to check on her. Before much could be said between us, she point blankly asked why I hadn’t told Looming Stranger that she didn’t *DO* anything wrong...she questioned why I hadn’t told her it was none of her business...she told me everything she thought we could have said.
I held her hand for a second, and told her told her this:
There will be many times in life that nosy people get in your way. Not just with diabetes, but also in relationships, finances, and other major decisions. People will add their input whether you want it or not. The key to dealing with all of it is to decide for yourself if and/or when YOU have the time and energy to do so. You are under no obligation to respond to every nosy person. You are allowed to brush them off and move on with your day.