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Just passed 15yrs diagnosed, still in Denial

Hi.

Apologies, I totally forgot this forum was around, and then time just went on and on.
But I guess, 8yrs later, I'll provide an update on me.

2016 is when I finished uni in Bournemouth, moved to London and got a "career". Honestly it got easier, because I found myself in routine. I was able to align testing and medicating around the part of my working day, and as such things got better. HBA1C dropped a bit, and I finally registered a Dr where I lived. I came off the pump (I now that's blasphemous to many, but I couldn't get on with it after 5yrs of trying), it was the correct decision for me. I found injection life much easier.

The first thing I noticed about my diabetes when I was giving it more thought and effort, was that I had suddenly become SUPER sensitive to being out of 'good range'. I'd know I was low, or high, immediately because it effected me significantly. This never happened before, I could get my levels up to the 30's before I'd feel discomfort. Now I was f*cked at like 13+. I saw this as a good thing, as it made it easier to be reactive to issues. But that was probably the only good thing..
Sadly, getting better with my control, seemed to be like a flood gate for my body to release all the bad things I'd done to myself in the previous years. Almost like when my control was terrible, my body was fighting to survive, so when I put less pressure on it, I got ill.
First it was non-diabetic things, like suddenly I got hay fever horrifically every year. I got many many colds. Flu a couple times. Developed migraines..

Late in 2018 my eye tests showed I was developing capillaries near my retina in both eyes, and I was immediately put in for a few rounds of laser.
As many of you know, that's horrific, it smells like cooked chicken and your sight feels like tv static for a few hours.
Nonetheless, I had around 4000 laser in each eye, over the course of a year. Burnt all the breathing holes into the back of my eyes, and killed off the capillaries. Unfortunately (I'm sure anyone who's been through this knows what I'm going to say) my body freaked out at the attacks to my eyes, and dumped a bunch of liquid over my retinas. So I needed injections.
So from about Feb 2020 > mid-2021, when everyone was being told to hide at home and stay safe, I was taking monthly trips to Westminster hospital to have needles shoved in both my eyes. Cant fault the team there, amazing people, but it was super surreal and a horrible experience. I can now comfortably say that during this time I had a bit of a wobble mentally, and tried to drown myself in hard liquor. 10 sessions with a counsellor later, and steps were in place to manage what had turned out to be some pretty deep-rooted depression and self-loathing. But that's a different topic and I can say for sure I have a great hold on it nowadays.
Back to the eyes, after 14 months of injections, I was discharged from the hospital and back to screening check-up's. I also moved back to my hometown (Nov 2021), working remotely as many do post-lockdown. My sight has been altered somewhat, and I've found that my vision is super sensitive to my levels now. I try to see that as a positive thing for managing my control better, more noticeable changes to pick up on. They are also very sensitive to light, which is a small issue I guess.
Since being back in the countryside, I have bought a home, met a lovely lady, and continued to sort my control. My HBA1C is much much better, and my last Dr's visit lasted 5mins as I was told "you're doing really well, keep it up".
I'm not out of the woods though. I get crazy numbness in my hands when I wake up now. It tends to ease off pretty quickly, so I'm not massively concerned about it yet. I also now have trigger finger in both of my index fingers. Early doors on those, so massaging and keeping them moving is the key (Dr is aware though, so I have paperwork in the system). I can 'unlock' them pretty easily right now, so not the biggest concern. I suspect these are just things that I would have developed as I got older, but have brought on myself early, due to my reckless teens and early 20's.
I'm soon to be 32, and I guess I've learnt a lot.

So, Tl;Dr, it got better, which meant it got a lot worse, now I'm on the back end of recovering..
Life's a b*tch eh.
 
Hi @Tickley93

I’ve just read through this thread with bated breath. Now I can unbate it and say phew, phew, phew!

I love a happy ending.

I know you’ve a few problems, eyesight, trigger finger etc, but despite life being a female dog, your life’s got better and better. Hooray.
 
Goodness, @Tickley93 you have had a rough few years, but it sounds like you have turned yourself around and life has improved :) . I can relate to the eye thing. I have Fuchs disease. Without corneal transplants I will go blind. Currently I have no night vision and I am super sensitive to light, it hurts and I get halos and rainbows. Nothing to do with my diabetes, but just to say to you that I can relate to the fear of losing one’s sight. All the awful procedures one has to go through, and it’s your eyes. It’s a biggy, so I gave you a winner emoji because you are doing so well with it.
 
Hey,

So i really don't look after myself, like at all.
Diagnosed when i was 7.
As soon as i was old enough to manipulate my levels to gain access to sweet foods its all i did.
Used to over compensate for breakfast so that i would have a hypo during second class, this would allow me to take a friend with me to the medical room in school and have a dextrose tablet and chill out (skipping class) did this daily...
When i was in my teens (23 now) and was on injections, i used to make up my levels in the little booklets so my doctor would think better of me. HbA1c was at 14.0+ for a good couple years...

Had a pump for 5yrs now,
HbA1c over that time went from 14.0+ down to 8.9 last time i went. (fluctuated a lot between those numbers over the years)
I probably see the nurse or doctor once a year, sometimes longer.. (kept my doctors at home, went to uni, cant make the set appointments + sometimes i used to just not go, if i'm honest)
When i did go in i would 'forget' my blood meter, so they couldn't look at my real levels, then i could just blag it..
Have a friend who works in pharmaceuticals, he dragged me down the hospital aisles of diabetes related amputations and blindness etc. patients.. I appreciate that i'm walking down the same road, but on the day-to-day basis, i don't seem to care.

Now to the present day.
I know i'm a complete idiot, and its a miracle i'm not already looking at complications due to my poor control, but i still dont seem to care. The last time i checked my checked my levels was 2 weeks ago (which is f*cking ridiculous) and i only bolus if i start to feel weird.. (slight cramping around my lower stomach, headaches, feeling sick etc..) I eat whatever i want, whenever i want it..

My body seems to have adapted to survive on the base basel rate of 35mmol of novorapid throughout the day, and just 'cope' with the food i'm eating, with zero knowledge of what my blood levels are.

Every single time i neglect my Diabetes, it pings in the back of my brain, but a cocktail of laziness, denial and straight refusal to put in the extra work stops me from doing anything about it.. My glucose meter is in my bag, with me, but i wont use it.. Madness...

I read through the forum and see people panicking over slight changes in their levels or food intake, and i wonder if i'm seriously wrong in the head, but i cant seem to find the motivation to do anything about it, i don't listen to anyone, i just 'nod and agree' to all nurses and doctors.. I lie to my parents about how im doing to keep them from asking...


What can i do? (Sorry that was a lot longer than expected)
Good on you! Diabetic grief isn't well treated or, in some cases, even recognized by the medical profession, but it's very real. It takes a toll. Even though we learn how to avoid it and get better, there's still hell to pay for that grieving period. I've been a T1 for 56 years and regret my grieving period, but I'm better now. That was my lesson. I'm so happy that you've found a balance, found a home, and found love. Those are things worth living for and celebrating. Life can be a *****, but then it has puppies. Who doesn't love puppies? LOL

(mod edit to remove thinly disguised profanity.)
 
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