popsy
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 522
- Location
- North Otago, New Zealand
- Type of diabetes
- Treatment type
- Tablets (oral)
- Dislikes
- Crowds of people, my idea of hell would be a huge gathering of any sort!
Heights, scare me to death!
Liars, cheats. poseurs, any kind of violence, thieves and people who take advantage of others.
The way the world is going to hell in a handbasket.
Global warming, the melting ice caps, whaling..I mean what for?!
Cruelty
Having to give up my eat everything philosophy..and I really really dislike consequences.
I have to say that this is written by me and I am a bit older now.
Do you remember when you were younger and all your bits of anatomy were in the right place? As you got older you realised that they seemed to plunging southward somewhat. Ah well you thought, that comes with age along with the eyesight getting a bit worse and the memory having lapses, kindly called by you and others as a senior moment. You jogged along with your life and then…..diabetes struck. Of course it might have struck you a lot earlier but for me it was around 57. Then came the meds….the dreaded meds. First Metformin which did it’s job for a while then it needed help. So off we went on the glorious roller coaster ride that is assorted medication! I take 9 tablets a day of various sorts and I have begun to notice that my innards are not behaving as they used to.
In the past I was in charge. I realized that I had to perform a certain function and off I went in my own sweet time to perform said function. I strolled, I thought about what I was going to do next and the certain function played a minor role in my day. Not now though, oh definitely not now! The stroll has turned into a gallop as the need starts to hammer at my brain with no warning whatsoever! As for meandering my way to the smallest room, that’s out for starters! It’s turned into a full scale panic and when there? Oh my goodness. What used to be just another ‘job’ (sorry) to do has become something that has to be scheduled, thought about and dealt with. If I am lucky I can get there only slightly out of breath but if not…..well. This of course leads to bouts of endless amusement in anybody who happens to be around. My shouts of ‘out of way’ and the tense look on my face as I head in a forward pace that wouldn't shame a 500 metre runner seem to be the highlight of the day for some. Hah, one day Sam, just you wait. But the classic is the night run. Waking up from a deep sleep, almost falling out of bed and staggering, in the dark, with knees clenched to the smallest room. There is NO dignity in our house anymore. I gave it up when it became obvious there was no point.
I read on here that one of the signs of diabetes is that you know that location of every loo everywhere. It’s true too.
Life is full of little amusements isn't it? This post has a seriousish side to it. If it hadn’t been for this place I might have thought that my bodily aberrations were confined to me. It’s comforting to know that I am most definitely not alone and that at any one time there must be hundreds of people all over the world dealing with the same side effects. Talk about a uniting theme
Thanks for all your help and comfort guys, what would I do without you?
Do you remember when you were younger and all your bits of anatomy were in the right place? As you got older you realised that they seemed to plunging southward somewhat. Ah well you thought, that comes with age along with the eyesight getting a bit worse and the memory having lapses, kindly called by you and others as a senior moment. You jogged along with your life and then…..diabetes struck. Of course it might have struck you a lot earlier but for me it was around 57. Then came the meds….the dreaded meds. First Metformin which did it’s job for a while then it needed help. So off we went on the glorious roller coaster ride that is assorted medication! I take 9 tablets a day of various sorts and I have begun to notice that my innards are not behaving as they used to.
In the past I was in charge. I realized that I had to perform a certain function and off I went in my own sweet time to perform said function. I strolled, I thought about what I was going to do next and the certain function played a minor role in my day. Not now though, oh definitely not now! The stroll has turned into a gallop as the need starts to hammer at my brain with no warning whatsoever! As for meandering my way to the smallest room, that’s out for starters! It’s turned into a full scale panic and when there? Oh my goodness. What used to be just another ‘job’ (sorry) to do has become something that has to be scheduled, thought about and dealt with. If I am lucky I can get there only slightly out of breath but if not…..well. This of course leads to bouts of endless amusement in anybody who happens to be around. My shouts of ‘out of way’ and the tense look on my face as I head in a forward pace that wouldn't shame a 500 metre runner seem to be the highlight of the day for some. Hah, one day Sam, just you wait. But the classic is the night run. Waking up from a deep sleep, almost falling out of bed and staggering, in the dark, with knees clenched to the smallest room. There is NO dignity in our house anymore. I gave it up when it became obvious there was no point.
I read on here that one of the signs of diabetes is that you know that location of every loo everywhere. It’s true too.
Life is full of little amusements isn't it? This post has a seriousish side to it. If it hadn’t been for this place I might have thought that my bodily aberrations were confined to me. It’s comforting to know that I am most definitely not alone and that at any one time there must be hundreds of people all over the world dealing with the same side effects. Talk about a uniting theme
Thanks for all your help and comfort guys, what would I do without you?
