Can we please exercise more compassion on this thread - Susie is recently diagnosed and coming to terms with a life changing event - we can all speculate about worse conditions to deal with, I can remember being in a complete state of shock handling my diagnosis, I know others readily accept this immediately and face this with a completely positive mindset, however not everyone is the same, words of encouragement provide more support than anything. @NoKindOfSusie Part of the initial shock for me was trying to live my life again, knowing it wasn't going to be quite like it was before but that it had to change and I had to adapt. Life will improve, it's dealing with how this fits into your life, so that you can live your life more fully again, my best advice is to read 'Think like a pancreas' and have faith that it will get easier in time. Try to talk to people around you, there is support there if you ask for it.
Neither of them works in practice. The term '' nicer '' here is never nice as it sounds. From what i understand, you 've been newly diagnosed. The loss of physical power, endurance are hindering your daily activities you used to do before, which is a very drastic change occured all of a sudden. Sadly, it's normal. Even if you always keep your glucose at reference levels, you won't have the same power, endurance, dynamism as you had before. This '' disability '' is not only about what and how much you eat.As far as I know the options are:
1) don't be so careful - have a nicer life now - have a worse life later
2) be really careful - have a worse life now - have a nicer life later
But either way it will probably get me in the end and even the less careful option is miserable.
Even if you always keep your glucose at reference levels, you won't have the same power, endurance, dynamism as you had before. This '' disability '' is not only about what and how much you eat.
I was diagnosed with only 170 mg/dl. Being a hyperactive, windbag kid at those times, people had suspected why i couldn't run, why so lifeless, weak, why not speaking, that wasn't me ... they took me to the hospital where i was told about my '' death sentence ''. They let me out after 1 weeks of brainwashing and i still wasn't cured. I still wasn't me.
Since then, i 've tried every possible option, nothing works. Nothing provides me even a single bit of freedom. Something is always there, physically restricting me regardless of my glucose level. The person you used to be is dead and she will never come back, even for an instant.
After that point, it doesn't really matter if you be careful or not. Either way you won't be '' you ''.
First off I am not here for compassion, I am just annoyed by the fact that everyone seems to think this situation is great and I have no reason to be unhappy.
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First off I am not here for compassion, I am just annoyed by the fact that everyone seems to think this situation is great and I have no reason to be unhappy.
Second off.
THIS. EXACTLY THIS. I feel like a ghost.
Wish i was a ghost, wish i could completely hide myself or end this mind-break once and for all. But, i am a coward, can't end this and can't hide. Last week our new neighbour came at my door with her 10 years old brat. Asked me nicely (!) to calculate his bs, because she got suspected that he was peeing and drinking a lot. After a bit of struggle with that spoiled brat's yelling, screaming, i 've lost patience and almost stroke off one of his fingers for good ... His bs was unfortunately (!) '' OK ''. She was so happy to hear that, '' Oh, thank god, i was so scared ! ''What did they do to deserve better than me or what have i done ?First off I am not here for compassion, I am just annoyed by the fact that everyone seems to think this situation is great and I have no reason to be unhappy.
Second off.
THIS. EXACTLY THIS. I feel like a ghost.
First off I am not here for compassion, I am just annoyed by the fact that everyone seems to think this situation is great and I have no reason to be unhappy.
Second off.
THIS. EXACTLY THIS. I feel like a ghost.
It's gotta be said most 10 years olds aren't going to be happy if they're trotted round to meet one of their new neighbours to get stabbed in the finger - not something anyone would want - not surpised he was acting up!Last week our new neighbour came at my door with her 10 years old brat. Asked me nicely (!) to calculate his bs, because she got suspected that he was peeing and drinking a lot. After a bit of struggle with that spoiled brat's yelling, screaming, i 've lost patience and almost stroke off one of his fingers for good ...
I felt like jelly when I was first put on insulin. Remember telling my OH there was no point in me keeping my horse if I couldn't ride her. I was lucky enough to have an early consultant appointment, and he warned me that my metabolism would need at least 6 months to adjust. I think it will take longer than 6 months, but it is definitely improving.This is not the case with all Type 1's. Initially your endurance and strength may go down, but there is absolutely no reason why it can't be built back up with the correct insulin and food routine, couple with the correct training and patience.
Reading this has just made me feel like absolute c**p. What a crock.
Or are you just getting used to it.
I'm determined not to let that happen to me. This is not normal, it is not what my life is supposed to be.
"When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves." Viktor Frankl
It's not the kid i'm angry at. I actually told his mother that i'm not very keen on struggling with little kids, suggested her to just go hospital which is only 500 meters away, so that she could also get in-dept results. But, she kept insisting for me to do it. What annoys me off is someone, who doesn't care about you at all, coming at your house for the first and the last time, just to step on your wound ( Don't even know where she learned about my disability. ). Then yelling out of joy, thanking her so called '' god '' literally meaning '' I'm so grateful that my son won't end up like him. '' in front of me.It's gotta be said most 10 years olds aren't going to be happy if they're trotted round to meet one of their new neighbours to get stabbed in the finger - not something anyone would want - not surpised he was acting up!
I'm pretty sure when I was 10 my parents had a right old fight getting me to do blood tests cos it hurt.
Yes i prefer people not to know either.
Lots of people I work with don't know.
I've never really spoken about it to friends, it's boring isn't it? For other people. Now I just don't go out socially at all anyway, what's the point?
Part of what upset me Christmas was was we were out with my husband's family and they probably thought I was making a stupid fuss not eating anything. They kept saying 'won't you be better if you eat?' No no. It'll go higher if I eat. I just wanted to be left alone but I felt it was really noticeable when out for Christmas lunch that I wasn't able to eat anything.