I haven’t been on in a long time, and a ton has changed with me since my last post. Unfortunately fortunate for me, I was in the hospital in the last semester of my freshman year of college due to diabetic complications. I was taking an antibiotic given to me by my family doctor which I had an allergic reaction to. It sent me into a wonderful couple of days of fever and nausea, and when my mother called my doctor, she was told to keep me on the medicine for a few more days to see if it would clear up. After I threw up for the fourth time that day, my mom told me not to touch it. At first, when my blood sugars started going haywire, I assumed it was the sickness I was taking the antibiotics for and adjusted accordingly. My blood sugars were under control, but my ketones wouldn’t go away. One night I asked my parents to take me to the emergency room because I I couldn’t lie in one position for too long or my stomach would be killing me. They wanted to wait another day, but I kept begging. Still, one more day, they said. That night, I found that if I was in the bathtub, I felt a little better, and it helped being next to the toilet. So during the remainder of that night, I kept climbing in and out of the bathtub, going in and out of consciousness. My mom found me in the bathroom, incoherent and mumbling something. My dad couldn’t lift me because I was dead weight, so they called an ambulance. Turns out that the antibiotic I was taking triggered my ketones and sent me into Ketoacidosis. Yum. So I was in the hospital for a few days, which I absolutely loathe with a passion. I hate being a patient in hospitals. I can work in them, but I hate not being able to leave or eat or drink something besides water. And I usually drop really low because no one pays attention or feeds me after I’ve had insulin. On the bright side, though, I found a new endocrinologist who is amazing and put me back on my pump straight away! Now, I have the amazing Paradigm 722, but not the constant glucose monitoring system because insurance won’t cover it. But that’s alright because I absolutely love it. And it’s pink! I love being back on the pump. I’ll admit, I’m not the best with it and I was better a few months ago, but I’m starting to get back to it. Being Diabetic is hard. It’s not something that you’ll always do well with. I have to try every single day to do what I need to do, and sometimes I just don’t. It’s not that I forget or even that I do it on purpose, I just don’t do it. My last endocrinologist cracked me up once. She thought she knew why I wasn’t doing these things and asked my mom if I was sexually active. My mom said that she didn’t think so, and though she knows I am now, I wasn’t then. But my endocrinologist told my mom that the reason I’m not in control of my own body might be because I’m trying to get pregnant so that I will have a reason to take care of myself. HAHA! That’s not a reason. And I’m not suicidal or diabulimic either. I just have to work at it. Every day. With that being said, I’ve worked on it enough that my parents are willing to let me go down state for school now!Purdue, here I come! :)
Thanks for reading, guys.