About a month ago I was diagnosed with Type 1, about three weeks after my 30th birthday. It was completely out of no where, especially since no one in my family has diabetes. Since my OB-Gyn caught my high sugar levels, we all just assumed it would be type 2, since I’m too old for it to be type 1. However at my fist visit with my primary care doctor, she said it was probably type 1. I was shocked. I didn’t even think that was possible. She starting talking about LADA, ran some more tests, and put me on Metphormin. She set me up with an appoint for a few days later for when she had the test results back and she had more to tell me. At that appointment, she said things were still inconclusive, and she wanted to put me on Lantus.
For some reason, this is the point where I got really upset. I just didn’t want to have to inject myself with things. All I can think of when I hear type 1 is my almost brother in law who had a seizure when I was living with him and my sister last year. All I can think of is him freaking out about something stupid because his sugars are low. All I can think about is how embarrassing it would be to have a seizure at work… especially since I almost exclusively wear skirts. I do not want this.
I have another appointment with another doctor. She starts upping my lantus and says that I might have to start injecting myself before meals. I also do not want this. She says that I have to make an appointment with an endo, so I do.
I see my endo, she runs more tests. Long story short, we finally determines it’s type 1 for reals. I have to start injecting myself with insulin before every meal. Seriously, every doctors appointment just gets worse… Can I just stop going?
I talk to my doctor about my fear of having seizures, and how I wear a lot of skirts and I don’t want people to see my underwears. Her answer, “Wear some pants for a while.”
Are you effing kidding me? Listen, I will stop eating carbs, cut out the sweets, exercise and eat regularly, and inject myself with things… I will make a lot of changes for diabetes, but I WILL NOT STOP WEARING SKIRTS AND BEING ADORABLE. There are only so many changes a girl can make.