Hi everyone!
It has been some time since I’ve written a blog on tudiabetes! Where to begin…
Well… let’s start all over.
I’ve been in denial all these years… Since being diagnosed on October 24, 2009, I was fully aware of all the risks and complications diabetes can play in my life. I’ve struggled to control my sugars… especially the cravings, and have to admit have cheated… I’d eat a diabetic approved meal, but end up destroying myself by indulging in ice cream, or chips, or some sort of snack.
I was stubborn and bullheaded -- I was convinced that my doctors were all wrong.
There’s hardly any history in my family of diabetes. My grandmother was diagnosed 3 years before I was, and then my uncle a year before me… so no way did I have it. So on with my life I went… work play work, no time to check my sugars, no time for meds, no time for anything… just deteriorating
Why am I finally accepting it ... well, mostly it's because I'm tired of battling with myself.
I’ve felt it all – from the dizziness, to having no energy… from hot/cold sweats to waking up in the middle of night of thirst… to interruption at work because of needing to run to the rest room… let alone, my medications!! How inattentive I was!! I’d frequently forget… or, I would know that I would need to take it, and then shrug it off. My husband started to notice that I wasn’t checking my bg#s, er at least it was less frequent… he also noticed the decrease of pharmacy visits and expenditures.
Then off to the ER I went… at least 4x in 2010 and 2 so far this year.
I was miserable – I was scared to see my endocrinologist, just because I feared of what he might say… so I didn’t go see him. More months passed, and I refused to see him… then my husband and I changed our insurance, and sure enough, I couldn’t go see my endocrinologist.
I’ve been checking my sugar sporadically, here and there (just because I’d be curious)… most of it reading above 200… I started to get scared… No more ER for me –> so I tried to control it. I started counting my carbs again, started to eat right, exercising, even made sure that I was taking my medication correctly … but still couldn’t get it under 200. I thought, “maybe I should skip meals” (and you all know that’s a no-no) – that didn’t help, it just kept going up, then roller-coasted down, then back up again. I thought, “I’m definitely doing something wrong…”
FINALLY, I broke down, I needed to find a new endocrinologist. My PCP had refilled my prescriptions for me until I could find a new one. This past Saturday, I saw my new endo – she was great. I was able to speak with her about everything. I brought in all of my logs and my diaries that I’ve written. She got a full view of what I have been going through – although she was concerned. She had asked me what type of Diabetic I was and I looked at her funny and asked, “what do you mean? I’m Type 2, DUH…”
I’ve been on oral medication these past few years and have been sticking to that regime… she went through my log books again and started to ask questions:
Is there a history of diabetes in your family? No - my grandmother was diagnosed a few years before I was and my uncle a year before me.
How much do you weigh?
Well, I’m 5’ … so a little overweight maybe at 152…And you were able to control your sugars when you were first diagnosed?
Yes, at least for a few months… until I started to cheat and could care less… BUT I’ve been trying to control it since I’ve gotten some scares a few times…Has your medication started to work for you even when you cheated?
Well… it worked for a while, even when I cheated or have forgotten, but now it’s weird! I can’t seem to get it below 200.
.... Then she started telling me about LADA ....
She changed my medication and gave me paperwork to get confirmation on my diagnosis. UGH!! How I hated to donate blood to the hospital vampires!So I sulked all the way out of her office to the pharmacist. And sulked some more at home, and of course at work…
I started taking the medication she had given me – it was working!!! I hadn’t seen my sugar go below 200 until NOW! It’s still high, hovering around 160, but I’ll take it! I took the medication for the next few days, and then looked in the mirror – I looked like a puff ball! I let my swelling persist for the next couple of days until I couldn’t take it anymore… back to my endo I go. Apparently, I’m allergic to the meds she had given me and should have contacted her sooner (well, I wanted to make sure it was the medication that I was reacting too…eesh…).
SOooooOoo…
NOW, she changed my plans and am on Novolong… UGH, some MORE needles?!
She had given me the pens and I was happy – until I was told it was still something I’d have to stick myself with… so the MA came it and started to give me instructions and showing me how the pen worked, when to use it, and how many units I’d have to administer.
But you know what, as much as I hate needles (and I don’t care what anyone says, it’ll always be hard to get used to needles) this is what’s going to make me feel better. In conclusion, I need to get healthy not only for myself, but for my family.
I’ve suddenly got the urgency in keeping myself healthy… wish me luck guys!!
I need all the encouragement I can possibly get!
Oh, and PS – I just got my labs done today… so I won’t really know what type I really am until I see my new endo for the results…

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