” Don’t eat that! ” is my pet peeve.
I’ve been dealing with the drama of finding a new endocrinologist to help with my diabetes status, while also feeling that “all full up at the inn” for any other opinions about how I should be living my life.
I have a wonderful former roomie who means well, but her new-agey viewpoint is getting on my last nerve.
She’s decided that all my problems relate to “inflammation”, and that changing my diet will fix all my problems.
I get that she’s coming at me with love, but until she gets her medical degree, I need her to leave this topic alone.
Yes, “inflammation” is part of my problem, however, part of that inflammation is caused by fruits and vegetables – all things that I cannot eat (and certainly not in “raw” form) – and I need her to pick another topic as her anxiety about my disease is not a burden I can take on. Not now, not ever. Death is a part of life, yes, but I’m not dead yet. Please don’t bury me prematurely. Please don’t discount my 56 years of experience in living and dealing with this disease. Please just back the f**k off ! Oh, and love you. Mean it.