My name is Stephen, but you can call me Med. I’m 35 years old, I enjoy running, soccer, films, music, and craft beer. As of May 25th, I am officially a member of the type 1 diabetes club (I’m told it’s quite exclusive.
At diagnosis my A1C was 14.9, fasting BG 449, and ketones 2+. Since then my average BG is 107 with only one reading above 200 (darn Memorial Day barbecue) but more lows than I’m comfortable with. Last week my endo gave me the okay to start exercising again and I feel better than I have in a long time.
Everyone around me, from my friends and girlfriend to my employer and medical support team, has been fantastic.
Oddly enough, I would say that my life hasn’t changed all that dramatically. I mean sure my fingertips feel like raw meat and I have to stick myself with a needle 4 times a day, but I’ve always been very aware of what I eat and how I take care of myself. This has just given me a reason to be a little more disciplined. Sure, it’s annoying, and I would change it if I could, but there are so many worse things that could happen.
So I’m rambling a little bit here. Thanks for reading.