Hello.
I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes when I was 16. Life as a Diabetic started off reasonably well for me and I got my numbers down to within acceptable limits quite quickly (exact numbers are long since forgotten). However, things started to slip away from me in my early to mid 20s and to my discredit, I never really managed to get back the kind of control that I'd had previously despite numerous periods of "I'm going to be a better Diabetic from now on..." which rarely lasted much longer than a month.
Fast forward another decade and I'm 35 years old. I have a wife and two young children, plus an increasingly demanding career. I still do my 4 injections every day (missing one every now and again if I've forgotten my insulin) but rarely test and don't have much of a relationship with the Diabetes care team at my local doctors surgery beyond my annual checkups. I'm aware that my control isn't great but keep telling myself that it can't be *that* bad, even when I'm referred to the eye-screening clinic at my local hospital in 2013 due to the presence of pre-proliferative retinopathy. This shook me up a bit at the time and I promised myself to make more of an effort. I kept it up for a month or two and then forgot my promise and continued in the same way as I had before.
Then yesterday I had another appointment at the eye clinic. I almost didn't go as I'd lost the letter but had a feeling I might have had an appointment and rang them up to confirm. The result was that my right eye has worsened, so now I'm going to have it treated with lasers in an attempt to fix the damage. I spent the rest of the day wanting to scream, shout, cry, time-travel and generally just punish myself for my decades of stupidity, but in general it's safe to say that it wasn't a good day to be me. I can approach my situation a little more constructively now, while I wait for a date for the treatment to be arranged, and am trying my best to do whatever I need to do to improve my chances of keeping my sight for the rest of my life.
That's my story. The reason I'm sharing it here is that I don't want this to be another case of being the best Diabetic I can be for a couple of months. I know I've been stupid on many occasions, but I don't want to let my numerous failures in the past dictate my future and I want to give myself the best possible chance of improving things going forward, permanently. So, with this in mind, I'm hoping to engage with the community here and get myself some much-needed support from fellow Diabetics. Please bear in mind that I'm still pretty scared about what may be in store for me (regardless of how justified it may be) and have probably forgotten most of what I learnt when I was first diagnosed. Any constructive tips/ advice/ suggestions for someone in my position are very welcome. Thanks!
I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes when I was 16. Life as a Diabetic started off reasonably well for me and I got my numbers down to within acceptable limits quite quickly (exact numbers are long since forgotten). However, things started to slip away from me in my early to mid 20s and to my discredit, I never really managed to get back the kind of control that I'd had previously despite numerous periods of "I'm going to be a better Diabetic from now on..." which rarely lasted much longer than a month.
Fast forward another decade and I'm 35 years old. I have a wife and two young children, plus an increasingly demanding career. I still do my 4 injections every day (missing one every now and again if I've forgotten my insulin) but rarely test and don't have much of a relationship with the Diabetes care team at my local doctors surgery beyond my annual checkups. I'm aware that my control isn't great but keep telling myself that it can't be *that* bad, even when I'm referred to the eye-screening clinic at my local hospital in 2013 due to the presence of pre-proliferative retinopathy. This shook me up a bit at the time and I promised myself to make more of an effort. I kept it up for a month or two and then forgot my promise and continued in the same way as I had before.
Then yesterday I had another appointment at the eye clinic. I almost didn't go as I'd lost the letter but had a feeling I might have had an appointment and rang them up to confirm. The result was that my right eye has worsened, so now I'm going to have it treated with lasers in an attempt to fix the damage. I spent the rest of the day wanting to scream, shout, cry, time-travel and generally just punish myself for my decades of stupidity, but in general it's safe to say that it wasn't a good day to be me. I can approach my situation a little more constructively now, while I wait for a date for the treatment to be arranged, and am trying my best to do whatever I need to do to improve my chances of keeping my sight for the rest of my life.
That's my story. The reason I'm sharing it here is that I don't want this to be another case of being the best Diabetic I can be for a couple of months. I know I've been stupid on many occasions, but I don't want to let my numerous failures in the past dictate my future and I want to give myself the best possible chance of improving things going forward, permanently. So, with this in mind, I'm hoping to engage with the community here and get myself some much-needed support from fellow Diabetics. Please bear in mind that I'm still pretty scared about what may be in store for me (regardless of how justified it may be) and have probably forgotten most of what I learnt when I was first diagnosed. Any constructive tips/ advice/ suggestions for someone in my position are very welcome. Thanks!