In another country, with no short-acting insulin, I started to panic and texted my fellow d-friend. I was higher then I’d been in years, super sleepy and out of it.
At that time I was just on Lantus, after a failed attempt at trying oral meds. New endo, new treatment experiment, same result. I need insulin. Period.
After what feels like a rollercoaster ride, I am back to where I started, on Lantus and Humalog (a short and long acting insulin). I could be screaming, “Why the hell did I go through all that?!” but I’ll take it and say that it’s just part of the process when they can’t figure out a concrete type for ya.
These past few weeks have done a number on me. Crazy lows, waking up in the middle of the night in a daze (or not remembering at all) and jumps in bs levels that make me want to nap and or puke the day away. I’m exhausted.
I realize now that I’ve been living with x diabetes for about 4 years. Where does the time go? And the issues I have with this disease are quite the same as I started. Mental exhaustion, and the ongoing quest for peace and balance with a disease that feels like it has none.
So…does this mean pump time? If after all this, I am insulin-dependent, then does that mean the next step would be a pump? I guess I’m always striving for the ‘next step’ if that makes any sense. It feels like I’m pedalling backwards with all this testing and unanswered questions. Just diagnose me, treat me with what works and let’s all move on.
I count my lucky stars that I have so many d-friends to support me. Now, time to inject…
I feel like my body is just one giant experiment for diabetes health professionals.
No one can say 100% which type of diabetes I have, and I really have to get used to that fact that I will probably never know. The circumstances around my diagnosis and what has happened after make stamping me a particular type unlikely.
My bg’s now are creeping up in the morning, running higher than I’ve ever seen during the day-and now I’m angry. And frustrated.
The current Lantus dose seems to be not doing much, and any oral medication I’ve tried has not helped me at all.
Let go. Let go. Let go of trying to control the uncontrollable. Sounds odd for someone to say who lives with diabetes, but I think that’s what I need.
By now we all know that exercise is good for us. I feel so lucky that I LOVE to exercise. Not like…but LOVE.
But what if you don’t? What if getting out and moving is torturous?
Here are some suggestions that I hope might help.
- If you love movies or television, hit the gym with your Netflix app in hand. Catching up on your shows while getting a good sweat is a win-win. I find this helps pass the time a lot easier.
- Commute it. Thinking of exercise as one big chunk of time can be intimidating and daunting. Building exercise into you commute can help. Park at the back of the parking lot, get off one stop early and walk, all these steps will add up.
- Find a buddy. We know the stats. Accountability is King (or Queen, or whatever you want it to be). Knowing someone is there, relying on you to show up can make all the difference. You can catch up and bond too.
- Don’t do what you don’t like. If you absolutely hate the vibe of a gym, don’t go. This year I’ve really gotten back to basics and I asked myself the question, “What did I love to do when I was young?” That was swimming, dancing, cycling…so that’s what I’ve predominately chosen this year as my main source of activity and it’s much more fulfilling.
Have any other tips? Feel free to share!
Did someone say it was time to post a fairy tale outfit for #BlueFridays ?
Check this one out.
I love these huge, immaculate dresses. Close your eyes and go back in time-through the forest of course!
We wear blue on Fridays to support those with diabetes. Check out the official Facebook page here. If you wear blue, we wanna see you! Hashtag on social media #BlueFridays and show us what you got.
I would love to wear this for a day.
Happy Friday all!
I had so much fun making up lyrics to Adele’s Hello a while back.
It got me thinking, is there any diabetes poetry out there? Luckily I found some winners from Insulin Nation’s type 1 diabetes poetry contest. Check it out here!
Here’s my shot at rhyming:
A tightrope walk where I know I’ll slip
A prick, a test and a bg dip
Don’t let the invisibility lie to the images you see
It’s a challenging, draining and warrior-making life
It’s type 1 diabetes
This week I want to recommend a social media account that I love. On Instagram, Beyond Type 1 is creating inspiration and showing how type 1 diabetes touches so many of us. More importantly, they highlight people who #LiveBeyond.
Follow them, like them, and get access to tons of insta-buddies.
You can follow me on Instagram here.
So this is my sweat. It may be gross to some, smelly to others, but to me, it’s beautiful. It’s hard earned drops of glory.
Sweating means I’m putting in effort. I’m in it. My body is moving.
When I’m stressed, anxious or depressed, dripping from head to toe can often be my saving grace.
It apparently helps rid the body of toxins, makes your skin better and prevents colds and infections. That’s according to this article right here.
I don’t doubt the benefits of sweat and hope the next time you see a dampened shirt in the mirror, you smile.