I was hanging out with my friend Crystal last night and we had an odd slumber party of sorts. We ended up watching “Hoarding: Buried Alive” with her husband Jeff and there was a diabetic connection.
One of the hoarders was a diabetic and had loads of insulin filled pens in her fridge. There were the countless bags of McDonald’s, which seems to be a hoarder staple. In the episode it was revealed that because she was swimming in a house filled with garbage she was trying to off herself by not taking care of her diabetes.
It was all a bit strange, part of me felt badly for her but also I tried to imagine what that must feel like. Such a hopeless feeling, diabetes has made me feel awful at times. I could not imagine forcing those feelings upon myself. I suppose any thoughts about it are a bit morbid but I only thought about it because of the show we were watching.
Just watching her eating habits, the clumpy tomato soup she was eating that I can only imagine expired sometime in the 80s. Then of course was all of the insulin in her fridge which I can only imagine expired sometime in the 80s as well. It was a weird episode and I have never seen a diabetic hoarder before I learned nothing really but I hope she reads my blog.