This morning I had a quarrel with my mum over my health... but this one was instigated by my dad, who was making a fuss about purchasing for glucometer supplies for me. Apparently no one tells him anything (I had in fact written down a list specifying brand and quantity... and it's not like I've not been using those products for more than a year). When I complained about having to repeat myself due to THEIR poor communication, I was accused of not spending enough time of my health!

HEL-lo? Being the afflicted person, would I not be the most conscious of how much I have to take care of myself???

My mum scolded me too, "Your father is going all the way down to Tiong Bahru for you. Don't be so ungrateful."

I couldn't believe it.

"So I'm in this by myself? You guys are just doing me a favor?"

Despite their concern I still feel alone a lot of the time.

My parents have always been in denial about my diabetes somehow. they were so proud of their darling younger daughter, a precocious young thing destined to great things in life. When my pancreas failed they were devastated... just couldn't stand the notion of a less-than-perfect offspring I guess.

And when things begin to go awry they freak out... I want them to read the literature I pass to them, to better understand what I'm going through, so they can ask intelligent qns and we can do sthing constructive. Instead of trying to be encouraging, and helping me solve the problem, they get on my case about discipline (dad) and drinking more green tea (mum). Definitely it's a major factor in controlling my blood sugars... but their nagging and doomsday attitude just make me more stressed and even more rebellious. It's a bloody vicious cycle and despite my telling them I don't appreciate their method of 'support' they continue to treat my fluctuations in blood sugar like they treated my grades - one stumble and it's the end.

I know that my parents love me a lot and I'm being very unfair... but yeah this is just how I feel right now.