Confessions of an exasperated diabetic
I’ve been a type 1 diabetic since I was 7 years old. Did injections for 7 years, then got an insulin pump, which I’ve been on for the past 20 years. But lipohypertrophy, increased frequency of failed sites, pain, skin reactions to the site adhesive, and growing anxiety when it came time to put new sites in pushed me to the edge and I decided I needed a break, just a few months to heal. Or maybe I could maintain control with injections alone and just stick with that.
And then the first injection I tried to give, I couldn’t get the plunger to depress. I took the needle out and stuck myself five times trying to get the stupid insulin to go in, thinking there was some kind of resistance. But it kept happening, in all different locations. Finally I just had my roommate try, and she had no problem depressing the plunger. I tried a few more times with the same thing happening. By then I was reasonably upset. Switching to injections was supposed to give me a *break* from my torment, not increase it.
So I guess I have some kind of mental block when it comes to giving myself a shot. Perfect. And to make matters worse, all this then triggered a ptsd episode, which for me includes severe nausea that lasts for days. One way to cut down on injections is to be unable to eat anything. Except it does not help keep the BGs down and the Lantus doesn’t seem to be working reliably.
I would go back to the pump, except I do still need the break for some old sites to heal, and now my anxiety is so ramped up that I don’t think I’d be able to insert that needle into me either.
So this blog is maybe an outlet as I try to survive each day in the hopes that eventually things will get better. And maybe it’s an attempt to bring meaning to all this, as I’m sure there are many other diabetics out there struggling with this hard, relentless condition. But no matter how hard it gets, how low we’re brought, the important thing is to always keep fighting. So here we go.