The other day, I decided to ask my puppy, Violet, what she thinks about my diabetes…
…and she just stared at me, nonplussed, because obviously she’s a dog and she can’t respond to me with anything other than tail wags, barks, or playful growls.
But really, I’ve been thinking about how much she notices my diabetes. I know that she sees my devices from time to time – and sheer curiosity causes her to poke and prod them with her nose in what I perceive to be an attempt to dislodge them from my body.
I know that she wakes up in the middle of the night when I’m experiencing a low blood sugar and have to come downstairs to correct it.
I know she watches me during every pod change, gazing up and tilting her head from side to side whenever my PDM beeps throughout the process.
I know that she gets excited when I get a box of insulin or Dexcom sensors in the mail – she’s right by my side, jumping up and down as I tear into the packages, thinking that it might be a special delivery for her.
I know she waits patiently when I have to pay more attention to my diabetes in a given moment than I can pay to her.
It’s just interesting to bunch all of these moments together and mull over the fact that she is definitely aware of my diabetes, though her understanding of what it is and why it takes up so much of my time is just as likely to be something she’s not aware of.
For her, it’s blissful ignorance.
For me, it’s blissful knowledge that my dog is seemingly patient and understanding when it comes to all diabetes matters.
I’m lucky to have her.