You Know You're Diabetic When...

Here's a little bit of diabetic Monday-humour to hopefully get your week started off with a smile or two. Don't despair. Friday will be here again before you know it.

You know you're diabetic when...

You say that you feel “high” in public and then wonder why people around you give you weird looks.

You can have a debate about the best and worse glucose tab flavors, and take it seriously.

You are abnormally good at multiplying by 15 (Thankyou, carb counting!)

You think that diet soda is normal and regular soda tastes completely disgusting.

You have a year's worth of Crystal Light stashed away in your closet.

Just hearing the word “dessert” makes your blood sugar rise.

Any restaurant bragging about it’s amazing “pasta & pizza” is your definition of a Torture Chamber.

A really great day for you is defined as “90-120″ — which means nothing to most people you know.

Eating a piece of fruit is a REALLY BIG DEAL in your life.

Your often get the feeling that your life is like one big science experiment.

You find teeny tiny blood stains on lots of your shirts, and near jacket pockets.

Blood-glucose testing becomes a fun sort of game to see where your blood sugars are at.

You’re parents ask how you’re doing and you tell them your blood sugar.

You have test strips all over you purse, car, and bedroom.

You think it’s funny seeing the look on people’s faces when you give an injection in public restroom.

Seeing the initials "BS" makes you think of "Blood Sugar" and using the term doesn't get you in trouble.

You use being low as an excuse when you do something dumb, but get extremely offended if you're in a bad mood and someone tells you to test your sugar.

You know what the terms diabetic ketoacidosis, glucagon, basal/bolus, and endocrinologist mean.

You know the amount of carbohydrates in basically every food known to man.

You have a favorite flavor of glucose tabs (and you know what they are).

You notice a friend’s been drinking a lot and you automatically assume they must be an undiagnosed diabetic.

You get incredibly tired of having to explain to people 'no I don't have the same thing as you're 800 pound grandma...' (especially if you're type 1).

Instead of butter in the butter compartment of your refrigerator, there's insulin.

You can chug a bottle of water REALLY fast.

You cut yourself on something and use it as an opportunity to test your blood sugar.

You stare at a child eating an ice cream cone and try to work out how much that would raise your BG levels.

When you calculate the carb intake of everyone else’s meal... then they say they don't eat much and wonder why they are overweight.

You’re in a restaurant and you’re the only one not devouring the basket of dinner rolls.

You cross your fingers while doing your morning test because you fell for that late night craving the day before.

You can guess your blood sugar based on how vigorously mosquitoes are attacking you.