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- Type of diabetes
- Type 1
- Treatment type
- Insulin
Sometimes you feel it's best just to write things down. Well, some say a problem shared is a problem halved, and if enough people read this post perhaps I could simply close my eyes and wish my diabetes away.
This week I was diagnosed type 1. Not exactly what I had expected nor what I need in my life right now, and to say I didn't anticipate it was an understatement.
A few weeks back I found myself with an extreme thirst and desire to fall asleep on my feet. Sure I lost some weight, but I simply had put that down to a normal healthy lifestyle and long autumn walks with my black lab. But before long, the walks became shorter and the thirst excessive to a point that I couldn't pass by a tap without stopping. Early self diagnosis pointed to diabetes.
The first few days I tried to shut it out. I hadn't been ill for years and wasn't going to start now. It was the day I arrived home and fell asleep with boots on that I decided to take the first step.
The diabetic nurse confirmed all. She also mentioned that I was just somewhat unlucky in that I hadn't bought it on myself. Just months before I had sailed across the Atlantic as part of a racing crew, a physical, demanding adventure that requires full fitness. If you ever want to find your inner self, change your lifestyle or simply escape, mid ocean or on top of a mountain is the place to be. In fact, one of our crew was type 1 and now a true inspiration to me.
I've been injecting insulin for about a week now. Initially, I guess it's best to have someone with you at home to talk it through. As my wife works away weekdays and kids at college, I had only my dog for company. Always a good listener and a great initiative for getting outside.
The DN was also very helpful, calling me every other day to check BS levels. As the levels gradually dropped, I actually looked forward to her friendly voice. She actually made the situation seem quite normal.
My diet hasn't changed a great deal as I've always cooked from scratch using fresh ingredients, although portions are somewhat smaller, and the cereal intake has gone down to just the one bowl. My love of citrus fruits, pasta and chocolate has also taken a bit of a hike. This weekend I'm flying out to New York for christmas, the metropolis of donuts, pizza pie and shakes. How testing is that for a diabetic?
Just two weeks ago my BS levels were wandering all over the place. Today, things are not so bad. My emotions are almost intact and blurred vision on its way back to normal. Hey, even the dog walks are getting longer.
This week I was diagnosed type 1. Not exactly what I had expected nor what I need in my life right now, and to say I didn't anticipate it was an understatement.
A few weeks back I found myself with an extreme thirst and desire to fall asleep on my feet. Sure I lost some weight, but I simply had put that down to a normal healthy lifestyle and long autumn walks with my black lab. But before long, the walks became shorter and the thirst excessive to a point that I couldn't pass by a tap without stopping. Early self diagnosis pointed to diabetes.
The first few days I tried to shut it out. I hadn't been ill for years and wasn't going to start now. It was the day I arrived home and fell asleep with boots on that I decided to take the first step.
The diabetic nurse confirmed all. She also mentioned that I was just somewhat unlucky in that I hadn't bought it on myself. Just months before I had sailed across the Atlantic as part of a racing crew, a physical, demanding adventure that requires full fitness. If you ever want to find your inner self, change your lifestyle or simply escape, mid ocean or on top of a mountain is the place to be. In fact, one of our crew was type 1 and now a true inspiration to me.
I've been injecting insulin for about a week now. Initially, I guess it's best to have someone with you at home to talk it through. As my wife works away weekdays and kids at college, I had only my dog for company. Always a good listener and a great initiative for getting outside.
The DN was also very helpful, calling me every other day to check BS levels. As the levels gradually dropped, I actually looked forward to her friendly voice. She actually made the situation seem quite normal.
My diet hasn't changed a great deal as I've always cooked from scratch using fresh ingredients, although portions are somewhat smaller, and the cereal intake has gone down to just the one bowl. My love of citrus fruits, pasta and chocolate has also taken a bit of a hike. This weekend I'm flying out to New York for christmas, the metropolis of donuts, pizza pie and shakes. How testing is that for a diabetic?
Just two weeks ago my BS levels were wandering all over the place. Today, things are not so bad. My emotions are almost intact and blurred vision on its way back to normal. Hey, even the dog walks are getting longer.