Yes, @Ladybirdy, I used to walk to school and home afterwards with my sisters, and we were "partners in crime". The whole family was "on rations" when it came to sweets because of my diabetes (way to make the siblings love you), but whenever we had a few pennies we used to go to the sweet shop together, and stock up on all kinds of horrendously sugary treats. When we went "officially" to the sweet shop with my mum, twice a week, we were each allowed a 2 ounce "ration" of whatever we chose. Except me, of course. I got peanuts. Every time. I never complained or whined (because it was all just a role play for me, I knew I'd be hitting the sweet shop again sooner or later with the band of sisters!). The funny thing, looking back, is wondering how the sweet shop owner kept a straight face in front of my mum. And of course, I lost count of how many times I was carried off to hospital in an ambulance when I was a kid. And my parents never, but never admitted that my diabetes was not well-controlled. Or that I was Queen of Liars.
Great to catch up with you again Ladybirdy. You've got me smiling again with your mention of drinking from the tap for minutes at a time. Just before I was put on insulin I remember well spending all of the playtime break at school drinking out of the tap in the boys toilet. Just coudn't get enough of it. Not sure if you noticed, but I remember any water I drank, at school, home or anywhere had a horrible taste but I still gulped it down. I have no idea why it seemed to have a flavour of it's own! I also remember buying a bottle of TipTop (maybe got that name wrong) concentrated orange juice, hiding it in my schoolbag and mixing in the water to drink in a wee bottle on the way home. The sugar content must have been huge.
I did all that for so long while waiting for the 'official' diagnosis. My mother had already picked up on the weight loss, drinking a lot and I'd been hauled to the doctors and bloods were taken.In those days it took a good bit of time before the results came through. I kept on with the secret 'orange-juice' drinking until I was admitted to hospital!
Bill
In a word. Legend!I was diagnosed in Sept 1954 so have been Type 1 for 59 years 9 months no complications to speak of. I feel very fortunate to have lived so long with diabetes with no complications and the only advice I can give is to learn to live with it, do not fight it and monitor your BG.
Give it a go - see what happens....Do you think I should start a similiar thread for type2s? Not sure. What do you guys think?
Become a MP it appears to be extremely well paid, perks, pension, etc and do absolutely sweet f.a. Only a thoughtI became a diabetic at age 12 now it is starting to take it's toll. I can no longer work because of neuropathy. What is a person to do?
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