I was diagnosed type 1 in 1961. Now that I’m 61, I decided to try on-line communities. I live in a rural area and only know one type 2. The support group I tried a few years ago spent too much time making themselves depressed. tudiabetes seems lively.
I’m a very poor example of a regulated diabetic. However, I’ve had only minor complications so far. I attribute it to the fact that I did physical labor in a warehouse for years and to meditation. No other way to explain it.
In 1961 we tested our urine in test tubes, used glass syringes and metal needles. I regularly forgot that the syringes and needles were in a pot boiling on the stove and ruined them. The metal needles got blunter with each use.
When I was diagnosed, the doctor told my mother and I that if I was very careful I might make it to age 60. I crossed that finish line.
I’m not a good candidate for a pump, but the pens and Breeze2 are miracles as far as I’m concerned. In fact, being alive and well is a pretty good miracle. 6125-DSCF0009.JPG (2.55 MB)
Wow, congratulations on crossing that 60 mark! Whew and I though the guillotine finger pricker was bad in the 80s! glass syringes and metal needles sounds pretty tough. Glad to have you here and hope to keep your spirits high. =^)
I guess so! Man that thing was horrible! Wait… I got mine in 85/86 so that means they used it for another 7+ years! Wow, that thing still sends horrifies me!
I’m not going to go for the Medal. I’m not kidding when I say I’m not sure what I’m doing right. I don’t follow much of a diet and only take tests once in a while. I take four shots a day - Humolog and Lantus - but that’s about it. I know that part of my brain is always focused on how I feel, but that is not really accurate most of the time. I assume the Medal is to acknowledge people who take close care of their illness. I’m a poor example. Like someone who smokes four packs a day and lives to be 96.