But the diabetes part was bad, too. Not for what you’d think, though. People thought that getting shots and sticking my finger multiple times a day was the horrible part. Well, okay, that was. But even worse than that, was that no one really understands diabetes. Some people think I did something stupid, so I deserve diabetes. (Actually, I just felt sick one day, went to the doctor and came out as a diabetic.) Some people think I am contagious. (The only thing you can get from me is a look of pity and a large dose of sarcasm). Some people think I shouldn’t whine about diabetes. (I really try not to.) Others can’t understand why I don’t whine about it. (Many times I’d actually really like to.) Regardless, I can never win.