Diabetic Pity Party
Posted on January 9, 2009
Filed Under Juvenile Diabetes, Personal, Random Rant | 1 Comment
It was a rough day.
My every-3-months appointment with my wonderful endocrinologist didn’t go my way. My A1c was a pitiful 9.2%. It should be under 7%, so I have missed the mark this big time. But I am frustrated. I am frustrated with my pump, so I am not on it. It is miserable to give yourself 4-5 insulin shots per day. I am embarrassed to say that I haven’t been checking my sugars like I should. So I get lazy and the payoff for my diabetic laziness is the humiliating 9.2%.
The delicious cherry on top of this pathetic appointment is that I now also have a huge dent/scratch in the back of my beloved Honda Pilot due to this stupid disease. While showing a rental property to a prospective Tenant, my blood sugars start crashing low. I am now feeling the haze settle in over my mind and my insides are starting to cave in as I am trying to professionally say good riddance bye to Tenants that I am showing property to. My mind is telling me that glucose tablets are in the console of my car and all I need to do is make it to the car. Crap! I am parked behind the Tenants that are trying to escape me as much as I am trying to escape them. The foggy haze is starting to get worse and start to back my car up blindly since all I can think of escape-escape-escape—-I need glucose!! All of a sudden….smack! I take out a brown fence with my shiny white car. I am out of the way enough for the Tenants to leave and I check my sugar. 43.
Multiply 43 by 9.2%, add in the number of times I have said something negative about type 1 diabetes in this post and you’ll have the amount it will most likely cost me to repair my car and the fence.
Have I told you how much I hate this disease? Wish me luck, my routine is drastically needing to change.
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I’d offer you a hug cause you seem like you need it, but I’m not the ‘huggy’ type.
There are days. People with type I, people without, somedays, life just sucks. And I’m sorry. But if anybody can get back on the horse, it’s you. You are like crazy-whack-determed when you believe in something. Believe me. It will get better.
Maybe not just yet.
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