I am T2, diagnosed 10 years ago, taking metformin, gliclazide and sitagliptin. I live on my own, have not worked for 2 1/2 years and have no relatives or real friends to speak of. I can go for a week at a time without speaking to another person socially face to face. I suffer from serious depression for which I have anti-depressants and also take medication for my blood pressure.
Shortly after Christmas last year I had a blister on the underneath of my right foot, which I did not notice until it had burst. The wound became infected and required antibiotics to clear up the infection. I attend the diabetic foot clinic at a hospital every fortnight and have the dressing changed twice a week. I wear a Medishoe and am continually told that I need to keep off my foot, which is difficult when I live on my own.
All of this has been adding to my depression. I find it extremely difficult to motivate myself to do anything. I only eat one meal a day (and sometimes not that). I know that my diabetes is not really under control and sometimes, due to my depression, I forget to take some or all of my medication (despite having a pillbox and alarms on my mobile phone) and I am afraid that I have reached a point where I don't really care. If I could find the courage I think that I would end it all.
Shortly after Christmas last year I had a blister on the underneath of my right foot, which I did not notice until it had burst. The wound became infected and required antibiotics to clear up the infection. I attend the diabetic foot clinic at a hospital every fortnight and have the dressing changed twice a week. I wear a Medishoe and am continually told that I need to keep off my foot, which is difficult when I live on my own.
All of this has been adding to my depression. I find it extremely difficult to motivate myself to do anything. I only eat one meal a day (and sometimes not that). I know that my diabetes is not really under control and sometimes, due to my depression, I forget to take some or all of my medication (despite having a pillbox and alarms on my mobile phone) and I am afraid that I have reached a point where I don't really care. If I could find the courage I think that I would end it all.