You guys have put up with me now for just over a year. Questions panicking about DKA, to being ill, to general confusion, to nearly giving up, to desperately seeking motivation.
When I was first diagnosed, my levels were perfect. This was due to my parents watching my every move and making every decision for me.
When I hit 12/13, it all went downhill. I made my own decisions, and as a result stopped caring. I ate sweets all the time and would only inject when I could feel my mouth going dry, drinking too much and all the typical high level symptoms. I wouldn't do a BM and I would certainly shrug my shoulders and look blank at the mention of 'low carb'!
This past year (2010) has been horrible. I had 7 admissions into hospital with DKA, was diagnosed with both peripheral and autonomic neuropathy (hands, feet, right leg and gastroparesis).
I was diagnosed with high cholesterol and as a result en enlarged liver and spleen. I was taking over 15 tablets a day. My veins were so shattered from frequent blood tests I had to have anaesthetists come and place cannulas as no one else could, and each time resulted in tears. I think my body had finally given up. I was 18, and what kind of life was I living? I couldn't even work due to the regularity of my hospitalisations.
My early admission this year (January) was the last straw. It was DKA due to a kidney infection but I had had it. I demanded that we tried something new. The DN put me on a new fast acting insulin, Humalog, and split my Levemir into 2 doses, morning and night. I made a mental pact with myself to get a grip, and to make this year one for the better. I want to act like a 19 year old again, go out with friends, get a job, work on my career.
The result? Perfection. My average BM over January was 8.1, and for February it was 6.8.
I went to have some bloods done last Tuesday and saw my consultant. I received a letter from him this morning.
My HBA1C was 7.0%.
My HBA1C in Dec? 14.5%
I've been accepted into starting work at a local nursing home as a care assistant, am starting university in September to do a nursing degree, and I'm even back into riding the horses, something I've been unable to do for at least a year.
So there you go folks! I realise this was a big ramble, and it probably doesn't make interesting reading, but I had to write it all down and get it off my chest! If just one person reads this, who has the same mindframe as I once had, and tries to change, I'll be happy. It can be done!
Hot chocolate and cookies to those who have read (Low sugar choc and cookies in moderation, of course :wink: )
TSP xxxx
When I was first diagnosed, my levels were perfect. This was due to my parents watching my every move and making every decision for me.
When I hit 12/13, it all went downhill. I made my own decisions, and as a result stopped caring. I ate sweets all the time and would only inject when I could feel my mouth going dry, drinking too much and all the typical high level symptoms. I wouldn't do a BM and I would certainly shrug my shoulders and look blank at the mention of 'low carb'!
This past year (2010) has been horrible. I had 7 admissions into hospital with DKA, was diagnosed with both peripheral and autonomic neuropathy (hands, feet, right leg and gastroparesis).
I was diagnosed with high cholesterol and as a result en enlarged liver and spleen. I was taking over 15 tablets a day. My veins were so shattered from frequent blood tests I had to have anaesthetists come and place cannulas as no one else could, and each time resulted in tears. I think my body had finally given up. I was 18, and what kind of life was I living? I couldn't even work due to the regularity of my hospitalisations.
My early admission this year (January) was the last straw. It was DKA due to a kidney infection but I had had it. I demanded that we tried something new. The DN put me on a new fast acting insulin, Humalog, and split my Levemir into 2 doses, morning and night. I made a mental pact with myself to get a grip, and to make this year one for the better. I want to act like a 19 year old again, go out with friends, get a job, work on my career.
The result? Perfection. My average BM over January was 8.1, and for February it was 6.8.
I went to have some bloods done last Tuesday and saw my consultant. I received a letter from him this morning.
My HBA1C was 7.0%.
My HBA1C in Dec? 14.5%
I've been accepted into starting work at a local nursing home as a care assistant, am starting university in September to do a nursing degree, and I'm even back into riding the horses, something I've been unable to do for at least a year.
So there you go folks! I realise this was a big ramble, and it probably doesn't make interesting reading, but I had to write it all down and get it off my chest! If just one person reads this, who has the same mindframe as I once had, and tries to change, I'll be happy. It can be done!
Hot chocolate and cookies to those who have read (Low sugar choc and cookies in moderation, of course :wink: )
TSP xxxx
