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- Type of diabetes
- Type 2
- Treatment type
- Tablets (oral)
Scary...Okay - confession time - you know with my job it was compulsory staff eat with the residents? And mostly I didn't do the cooking? Well, before I started low carbing and taking my meals to work with me I did used to guess my insulin dosage as I didn't have the opportunity to weigh my food or have time between dishing up and eating to calculate dosage. Scary. Yet it wasn't at the time - just seemed better to inject something rather than nothing. It was like 'Uhhhh - how many units shall I inject for that slab of chocolate gateau that Xxx's Mum bought in for us.... oh... probably about 10'. Seriously. Knowing what I know now its amazing I'm still alive. That's the sort of thing that the insulin brain fog let me do.
We always go self catering on holiday - usually we have our main meal and any cooked breakfasts out and other meals/snacks we buy each day when we've decided what we feel like eating.
Oh, Jack's former owners have got a lot to answer for. He's stopped doing it now (thank heavens) but when he first moved in he would cringe and occasionally wet himself if one of us bent to stroke him and you couldn't get a cuddle out of him - things like that are slowly changing.
I remember my friend telling me how her now Ex Type 1 boyfriend refused to control his diet. It was a case of he would eat and drink anything and just inject and guess. She said she lost track of the number of times she had to take emergency action when he got to 1. Something at night. Hence why He's an Ex.
Lovely to have you back @Brunneria. I resisted the temptation to 'accidentally' trip the bully with my crutch. He's gone too far now though. He knocked one of the girls to the ground and stood on her so she couldn't get up and the other who is tiny he grabbed by the neck and dragged her along the ground. Glad grandson decided it was enough and spoke up.
I'm still thinking longingly about Prima Donna Maturo though.