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Yet, I'm the bad person. Maybe you need a mirror for Christmas. Would it even help? #probablynot #wasteoftime #narcissist
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1 year
Has it really already been a year since my diagnosis? I don't remember the exact day, which is sad. How can you forget the exact date that your entire life was turned upside down? I know it was mid September so I'm just going to pick a day. It has been a hell of a year. First I was diagnosed as a type 2 diabetic and put on metformin. It wasn't until I was almost hospital bound that my doctor decided I should be put on insulin. I was still sick, but getting better. I missed a ton of school from the constant ups and downs and the lack of energy. I failed a class for the first time ever because I couldn't concentrate on school. And now I'm on an insulin pump and still struggling but feeling so much better. I can't wait to see what the next year holds for me, but I plan to take it one test at a time.
Why so random??
Why does diabetes have to be so random? Like why can't it tell me I'm going to go low on my way out the door to class? Today as I was grabbing my keys to go to class I started to get that shaky feeling. I figured I was at about 90 because that's usually when I feel it. No problem there. Eat a granola bar and I'll be fine to drive. Wrong. I check and I'm at 45.. really? Why should I have to miss class because my body decides it wants to be a pain in the ass. I really can't handle these constant up and downs. I need a prewarning warning..
it would be nice if diabetes was predictable at least like 5% of the time
Loving my new marble design pump peel! Even has a matching one for my meter! I still have to look fashionable with this thing attached to my hip! #PumpPeelz #cute #rockingit #diabetic
It Gets Hard Sometimes..
Sometimes I really struggle. Sometimes I just want to eat without the fear of a rising sugar level. I don't want to remember to check my sugar every couple of hours. Sometimes I just want to lay in bed all day and not deal with my diabetes. Today is one of those days... Sometimes I wonder if I'm falling into that depression that can be common when being diagnosed with a chronic disease. I can't let this beat me. I have to try harder..
Reblog if your illness does define you
Reblog if your illness has shaped your outlook on life and the world.
Reblog if your illness has warped your perceptions of people and social situations.
Reblog if your illness has altered some of the most fundamental aspects of your personality.
Reblog if your illness has impacted all of your relationships, and even been the reason for the beginning or end of some.
Reblog if your illness is often the cause of your moods and emotions, and affects nearly all of your moods and emotions in regard to other things.
Reblog if your illness has changed the strength of your virtues, from compassion and tolerance, to perseverance and determination, to gratitude and generosity.
Reblog if your illness has been a part of your life for so long that you honestly canât differentiate the parts of your identity that are influenced by your illness from the parts that arenât influenced by your illness.
Most importantly, please reblog this if youâre okay with your illness being on the incredibly long list of things that define you. Reblog if you donât feel like your identity has to be completely undefined by your illness in order be valid. Reblog if you donât necessarily like the parts of yourself that come from your illness, but donât think that makes them any less you.
Show it off, because nobody should be ashamed of what's keeping them alive. It's hard, I know. I'm still new to all this. I wasn't diagnosed until the age of 21, and you wouldn't believe the comments I get.. -You can't get juvenile diabetes as an adult -You don't look like you're sick -Are you sure you should be eating that? Aren't you a diabetic? -It could be worse, you could have cancer -If you would lose some weight it will go away -You just aren't eating right -You don't really need that, you just don't want to eat healthier I never realized what a diabetic goes through until I myself was diagnosed. It's hard, and some days I don't want to do it. But then I remember I have so many plans in life. I can't let this disease stop me from doing the things I want to do. I won't let it beat me! Don't let it beat you! #diabadass #diabeautiful #typeonederful #cantbeatme #suckit
fun things you get to experience when you have diabetes
getting to stab yourself with needles all the time for fun! except not for fun, but to keep you alive
that one oral med youâre on? yeah sometimes itâs just gonna give you diarrhea lol have fun figuring out when
your whole body being hot and cold at the same time. like youâre cold, but youâre overheated and you want to take your shirt off but if you do you get massive chills and thereâs no winning
walking up the stairs when your sugar is high? more like youâve never done squats that burn this much
really bad circulation in your extremities. like your torso is hot but your toes are fucking freezing as hell.
being told that your kidney function is âthankfully still okayâ or that âyou donât have retinopathy yetâ
stumbling to the kitchen in the middle of the night and having to decide which food will work best to treat a low when your brain doesnât work and your body doesnât work and if you donât pick fast enough youâll pass out and maybe die
going to bed in range and waking up feeling like hell on earth
dealing with shit like this:
and this
having to force yourself to drink water when youâre really really nauseated and want to throw up everything in your stomach. nausea so bad water makes you want to puke
ppl telling you it takes 15 minutes to recover from a low when itâs more like 2 hours before you feel like your previous self (and recovery from a really bad high takes like 3 days)
an achey body for no good reason
friends being like âwe should work out togetherâ but youâre like âhow tf do I manage my blood sugar while Iâm doing thatâ
having to push through and still go to work/school when you feel like shit
things that hurt. those pump sites and injections that feel like youâve been stabbed. your body begging you to feed it. your eyes. your muscles. your head. your stomach. your lungs. everything hurts.
having to hear diabetes jokes âlol it was so sweet it gave me diabetesâ âomg itâs like a big bowl of diabetesâ SHUT THE FUCK UP THATS NOT HOW DIABETES WORKS YOU PIECE OF SHIT but having to hear it and stay calm
losing the ability to tell when youâre low so lol youâre in the 30âs and you only just realized
having to stop having fun or hanging out with people or having to go home because youâre out of insulin or strips or needles or your site fill out. and by extension, never really being able to do something spontaneous because you always have to think how will i manage the sugaz when I do
always worrying about food. where itâll come from, how to count it, where you can get some of you suddenly drop. food is your biological imperative. if you canât answer those questions youâre this much closer to dying.
you donât even know who you are without this disease. you know itâs not everything about you but it consumes you. literally. it eats away at your body, eats away at how long you have left to live.
having to deal with the monetary cost. like, pay or die? what kind of life is that?
never getting to take a break from the ridiculously difficult task of keeping yourself alive.
fun things you get to experience when you have diabetes
getting to stab yourself with needles all the time for fun! except not for fun, but to keep you alive
that one oral med youâre on? yeah sometimes itâs just gonna give you diarrhea lol have fun figuring out when
your whole body being hot and cold at the same time. like youâre cold, but youâre overheated and you want to take your shirt off but if you do you get massive chills and thereâs no winning
walking up the stairs when your sugar is high? more like youâve never done squats that burn this much
really bad circulation in your extremities. like your torso is hot but your toes are fucking freezing as hell.
being told that your kidney function is âthankfully still okayâ or that âyou donât have retinopathy yetâ
stumbling to the kitchen in the middle of the night and having to decide which food will work best to treat a low when your brain doesnât work and your body doesnât work and if you donât pick fast enough youâll pass out and maybe die
going to bed in range and waking up feeling like hell on earth
dealing with shit like this:
and this
having to force yourself to drink water when youâre really really nauseated and want to throw up everything in your stomach. nausea so bad water makes you want to puke
ppl telling you it takes 15 minutes to recover from a low when itâs more like 2 hours before you feel like your previous self (and recovery from a really bad high takes like 3 days)
an achey body for no good reason
friends being like âwe should work out togetherâ but youâre like âhow tf do I manage my blood sugar while Iâm doing thatâ
having to push through and still go to work/school when you feel like shit
things that hurt. those pump sites and injections that feel like youâve been stabbed. your body begging you to feed it. your eyes. your muscles. your head. your stomach. your lungs. everything hurts.
having to hear diabetes jokes âlol it was so sweet it gave me diabetesâ âomg itâs like a big bowl of diabetesâ SHUT THE FUCK UP THATS NOT HOW DIABETES WORKS YOU PIECE OF SHIT but having to hear it and stay calm
losing the ability to tell when youâre low so lol youâre in the 30âs and you only just realized
having to stop having fun or hanging out with people or having to go home because youâre out of insulin or strips or needles or your site fill out. and by extension, never really being able to do something spontaneous because you always have to think how will i manage the sugaz when I do
always worrying about food. where itâll come from, how to count it, where you can get some of you suddenly drop. food is your biological imperative. if you canât answer those questions youâre this much closer to dying.
you donât even know who you are without this disease. you know itâs not everything about you but it consumes you. literally. it eats away at your body, eats away at how long you have left to live.
having to deal with the monetary cost. like, pay or die? what kind of life is that?
never getting to take a break from the ridiculously difficult task of keeping yourself alive.
What Diabetes Is
Ever since the unicorn frappucino was released, Iâve seen an uptick in âdiabeetusâ jokes. Iâve also seen people posting pictures of candy and cake and saying âLook at my diabeetus ha ha ha,â as if diabetes is some type of joke.
Diabetes is not a frappucino. There is no such thing as âdiabetes on a plateâ or âdiabetes in a cup.â Let me tell you what diabetes actually is.
Diabetes is a small child dying of ketoacidosis because the doctor in the ER thought that child had the flu.
Diabetes is parents who canât sleep through the night because they have to get up and check their childâs blood sugar during the night to make sure their child hasnât gone into insulin shock or diabetic coma.
Diabetes is waking up in the middle of the floor covered in bruises and rug burn because you fell asleep after taking insulin but before eating the food that you took the insulin for, and your blood sugar crashed, causing you to fall off the couch and have a seizure.
Diabetes is having to decide whether there is enough insulin to last until you get paid or whether you will skip a meal or two so that you can take less insulin and save money on groceries.
Diabetes is not getting enough sleep because your blood sugar was too high, meaning that you got out of bed to go to the bathroom multiple times, or too low, meaning that you got out of bed to treat the low and then stayed awake to be sure it didnât go low again.
Diabetes is going to a trendy eating place and discovering they donât serve diet drinks because âaspartame is poisonâ and having them tell you to drink orange juice instead.
Diabetes is finding out that your kidneys or eyesight or digestive system or circulation is failing after youâve lived with the disease for decades.
Diabetes is having people say âSo lose weight and it will go awayâ or âYour kid got that because you fed them too much sugarâ.
Diabetes is living every day with a disease that you know could shorten your lifespan while politicians blame people who have your disease for costing the health care system money, as if itâs your fault your immune system decided to attack you.
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