jasmith1990
Member
Hi everyone,
I've never told my story to any diabetics other than some people that know me in real life and obviously my family not even on the course I took years ago with other diabetics. I've never actually told my story and it's quite unique so people might find it interesting and I've still not grasped the condition 100% yet although I'm a lot better than I have been in periods of my life. I'm gonna tell the whole story and it's quite long so hopefully you make it to the end.
I got type 1 diabetes when I was 10 years old (currently turning 32 next month), and this would of been 2000 so the understanding of it wasn't what it was today back then. So when I got it I was told the basics you take insulin for meals, I was warned of the risks with eyesight and amputation and things like that so I had an understanding of the risks but I was young and I was fresh so my body was in basically top condition then. So I always did my own injections from the first day, never had a problem with that. I took it seriously for about a year or two and then when I hit 12-13 I basically stopped doing insulin and I did do it, but it would be like once a day if that and I was constantly running in the high 20's even at unreadable levels often all the way up to about 16. During that time I started smoking at about 13 and smoking weed heavily and I did that from about 13-17 on a pretty much daily basis if I could or weekly basis. I lost an insane amount of weight, I was very thin and ill looking and not really understanding what was going on. I didn't actually know you could lose weight, I was never told that one. So I went through that, and then when I went to college I smoked weed less and got into other class A drugs like ecstasy, cocaine, ketamine, magic mushrooms, lots of things really tbh. And I did that from about 16-19. During that time I did start to do insulin regularly because I thought if I'm doing this, I have to at least keep the blood sugar levels down so I don't go into some irreversible condition. I was working out a bit and put some weight back on. So I was doing insulin and not many blood tests, I'd only do them if I really thought it was necessary, so I was guessing, I wasn't carb counting, and subsequently I had a lot of hypos. I LOT of hypos, like I was having 4 a day sometimes then bump it back up into range again and go on like that, but I had no libre to see the trends of what was happening, I just went on how I felt. I was having so many that I lost the ability to recognise a hypo but in my mind I thought well anything is better than blindness or amputation, so I thought as long as I avoid that I'm good. So I'm doing all these drugs and smoking, not really drinking so much tbh. I only now and again. I nearly died on one occasion due to some bad ecstasy, another time I came back from a nightclub having done ecstasy and attacked my dad who came round to my mums to see me without having any idea, like they've injected me with one of those glucose shots and it's revived me and half naked and my parents looked terrified. So I was recognising this is quite serious and mad things can happen. I developed quite bad anxiety (I believe I was already depressed without knowing and the constant ecstasy use depleted my serotonin to dangerously low levels causing the anxiety problem), and I ended up packing in all class A drugs altogether. I then went to University 5 hours from where I grew up to get away from everyone I knew basically and start fresh, I was still smoking and smoking weed right up til about a year ago. I did some ketamine, but nothing else I was pretty straight at Uni. Anyway, finished my course and my mum had moved house to another county so I've moved back in with her and I had a girlfriend at the time and stuff so didn't really bother me that much. During this time I was hospitalised for an extreme hypo I'd never had before, my mum had phone the ambulance before but it had never got to that level and I had woken up on the floor with half my body dead, and the lucozade I had was on the other side of the bed so I couldn't stand up, shout, anything, I was barely conscious probably 0. something. Luckily my mums friend came upstairs and let me know they were off doing something and found me, rang an ambulance and I was in hospital for a while and had brain scans and stuff, my body reverted back to normal and I thought fair enough. I made it through another one. Had my drivers license suspended and stuff as a precaution cause they said I might kill people on the road. Then I moved out of my mums and into my own flat. During this time I had another incident where I nearly went that way again but I just had paramedics and no hospital admission. So I'm realising I'm not as resilient as I was and I need to sort this out. Obviously I've got my personal life going on whilst all of this happening which I don't wanna go into, but something happened in my personal life and I lost my job and my purpose and went heavy back into the weed. I wasted about 3 years not really doing much, I was away from my close friends and a lot of my family died over a period of like 5 years so I was low on family and friends around to lift me up. I also collapsed on my face one time in town and another time in the fruit isle in Tesco and had to grab onto the thing and my legs weren't operating properly, I'd gone super low and not known. Cause I was walking around at 1. something and still conscious sometimes. My mum is also extremely disabled, she has MS so I don't like to bother her with my problems it makes her worse. So I just soldiered through that mostly on my own, and then got into gym. And when I got into gym I realised exercise changes your blood levels so I needed a better way to test my levels. BTW I hadn't done a blood test at this point for about 4-5 years, unless necessary, mostly guessing. I was doing insulin every day and eating but I was having hypos a lot as I mentioned. Anyway, got a libre and plodded along doing that, quit smoking, quit drinking everything. Put on 2 and a half stone of muscle in the gym and got my heart rate down to about 57bpm over 2 and a half years. The nurses at the hospital couldn't believe I was alive because they could see my libre and obviously going into it I was still having too many hypos I'll post a screen of my readings so you can see the averages I run at now. I worked out I had a biphasic insulin curve, which makes sense due to my high metabolism so I always needed two smaller injections for a meal rather than one which I never knew about. So I learnt a lot about what my body is doing with it. Now some of the problems I've noticed off the back of my long history of stupid behaviour is I did get neuropathy in my feet which I managed to reverse quite a bit of through taking a specific set of vitamins at the highest dose along with exercise. I do still get cold feet but no where near as bad and only when I run outside of the 4-8 range or if I haven't slept properly. That's the only time I noticed it. I do have some background retinopathy but nothing serious as I was running low rather than high so often so even with the smoking I somehow managed to dodge the worst of that. I've noticed since putting on this muscle that my hands and feet will always be thinner than they should be, I believe this is due to my choices during puberty of not looking after myself and how I developed growing. I'm 6ft 14 stone so I'm quite big and I have a low body fat percentage now and I notice my feet are struggling to take the weight without shoes or socks but they're still working alright atm. I eat well and exercise and do no intoxicating substances whatsoever so I'm quite boring now, but I'm honestly surprised I'm not in a worse way tbh. I think what saved me is the injections even though I was guessing, avoiding high blood sugars prevented quite a few things. The downside is due to the amount of hypos and how often I had them, plus the drugs, my brain is a little bit off. I'm not as sharp as I was, and I get brain fog and if I don't sleep I just feel not really myself. But when I'm between 5-8 and I've slept and everything is going well I feel quite good tbh. I still haven't mastered carb counting, I believe I'm close to 1 unit per 10g, but it seems to fluctuate so I still have hypos and the libre is only near accurate or trending correctly about 1/3 of the time but it's helped massively in getting it into range and I was probably out of range by a few for a long time so I've noticed I feel much healthier since using it. Hope you enjoyed the story, I've never really told anyone before so there it is. I'll post a pic of my libre readings so you can see what I run out at now and any advice on nailing this carb counting so I'm having as little hypos as possible would be great, if there's some trick or system or something to refining it. Also feel free to comment on the libre data your honest opinions even if it's different. I believe it's quite good but I do still have hypos just not as many. Anyway, peace.
I've never told my story to any diabetics other than some people that know me in real life and obviously my family not even on the course I took years ago with other diabetics. I've never actually told my story and it's quite unique so people might find it interesting and I've still not grasped the condition 100% yet although I'm a lot better than I have been in periods of my life. I'm gonna tell the whole story and it's quite long so hopefully you make it to the end.
I got type 1 diabetes when I was 10 years old (currently turning 32 next month), and this would of been 2000 so the understanding of it wasn't what it was today back then. So when I got it I was told the basics you take insulin for meals, I was warned of the risks with eyesight and amputation and things like that so I had an understanding of the risks but I was young and I was fresh so my body was in basically top condition then. So I always did my own injections from the first day, never had a problem with that. I took it seriously for about a year or two and then when I hit 12-13 I basically stopped doing insulin and I did do it, but it would be like once a day if that and I was constantly running in the high 20's even at unreadable levels often all the way up to about 16. During that time I started smoking at about 13 and smoking weed heavily and I did that from about 13-17 on a pretty much daily basis if I could or weekly basis. I lost an insane amount of weight, I was very thin and ill looking and not really understanding what was going on. I didn't actually know you could lose weight, I was never told that one. So I went through that, and then when I went to college I smoked weed less and got into other class A drugs like ecstasy, cocaine, ketamine, magic mushrooms, lots of things really tbh. And I did that from about 16-19. During that time I did start to do insulin regularly because I thought if I'm doing this, I have to at least keep the blood sugar levels down so I don't go into some irreversible condition. I was working out a bit and put some weight back on. So I was doing insulin and not many blood tests, I'd only do them if I really thought it was necessary, so I was guessing, I wasn't carb counting, and subsequently I had a lot of hypos. I LOT of hypos, like I was having 4 a day sometimes then bump it back up into range again and go on like that, but I had no libre to see the trends of what was happening, I just went on how I felt. I was having so many that I lost the ability to recognise a hypo but in my mind I thought well anything is better than blindness or amputation, so I thought as long as I avoid that I'm good. So I'm doing all these drugs and smoking, not really drinking so much tbh. I only now and again. I nearly died on one occasion due to some bad ecstasy, another time I came back from a nightclub having done ecstasy and attacked my dad who came round to my mums to see me without having any idea, like they've injected me with one of those glucose shots and it's revived me and half naked and my parents looked terrified. So I was recognising this is quite serious and mad things can happen. I developed quite bad anxiety (I believe I was already depressed without knowing and the constant ecstasy use depleted my serotonin to dangerously low levels causing the anxiety problem), and I ended up packing in all class A drugs altogether. I then went to University 5 hours from where I grew up to get away from everyone I knew basically and start fresh, I was still smoking and smoking weed right up til about a year ago. I did some ketamine, but nothing else I was pretty straight at Uni. Anyway, finished my course and my mum had moved house to another county so I've moved back in with her and I had a girlfriend at the time and stuff so didn't really bother me that much. During this time I was hospitalised for an extreme hypo I'd never had before, my mum had phone the ambulance before but it had never got to that level and I had woken up on the floor with half my body dead, and the lucozade I had was on the other side of the bed so I couldn't stand up, shout, anything, I was barely conscious probably 0. something. Luckily my mums friend came upstairs and let me know they were off doing something and found me, rang an ambulance and I was in hospital for a while and had brain scans and stuff, my body reverted back to normal and I thought fair enough. I made it through another one. Had my drivers license suspended and stuff as a precaution cause they said I might kill people on the road. Then I moved out of my mums and into my own flat. During this time I had another incident where I nearly went that way again but I just had paramedics and no hospital admission. So I'm realising I'm not as resilient as I was and I need to sort this out. Obviously I've got my personal life going on whilst all of this happening which I don't wanna go into, but something happened in my personal life and I lost my job and my purpose and went heavy back into the weed. I wasted about 3 years not really doing much, I was away from my close friends and a lot of my family died over a period of like 5 years so I was low on family and friends around to lift me up. I also collapsed on my face one time in town and another time in the fruit isle in Tesco and had to grab onto the thing and my legs weren't operating properly, I'd gone super low and not known. Cause I was walking around at 1. something and still conscious sometimes. My mum is also extremely disabled, she has MS so I don't like to bother her with my problems it makes her worse. So I just soldiered through that mostly on my own, and then got into gym. And when I got into gym I realised exercise changes your blood levels so I needed a better way to test my levels. BTW I hadn't done a blood test at this point for about 4-5 years, unless necessary, mostly guessing. I was doing insulin every day and eating but I was having hypos a lot as I mentioned. Anyway, got a libre and plodded along doing that, quit smoking, quit drinking everything. Put on 2 and a half stone of muscle in the gym and got my heart rate down to about 57bpm over 2 and a half years. The nurses at the hospital couldn't believe I was alive because they could see my libre and obviously going into it I was still having too many hypos I'll post a screen of my readings so you can see the averages I run at now. I worked out I had a biphasic insulin curve, which makes sense due to my high metabolism so I always needed two smaller injections for a meal rather than one which I never knew about. So I learnt a lot about what my body is doing with it. Now some of the problems I've noticed off the back of my long history of stupid behaviour is I did get neuropathy in my feet which I managed to reverse quite a bit of through taking a specific set of vitamins at the highest dose along with exercise. I do still get cold feet but no where near as bad and only when I run outside of the 4-8 range or if I haven't slept properly. That's the only time I noticed it. I do have some background retinopathy but nothing serious as I was running low rather than high so often so even with the smoking I somehow managed to dodge the worst of that. I've noticed since putting on this muscle that my hands and feet will always be thinner than they should be, I believe this is due to my choices during puberty of not looking after myself and how I developed growing. I'm 6ft 14 stone so I'm quite big and I have a low body fat percentage now and I notice my feet are struggling to take the weight without shoes or socks but they're still working alright atm. I eat well and exercise and do no intoxicating substances whatsoever so I'm quite boring now, but I'm honestly surprised I'm not in a worse way tbh. I think what saved me is the injections even though I was guessing, avoiding high blood sugars prevented quite a few things. The downside is due to the amount of hypos and how often I had them, plus the drugs, my brain is a little bit off. I'm not as sharp as I was, and I get brain fog and if I don't sleep I just feel not really myself. But when I'm between 5-8 and I've slept and everything is going well I feel quite good tbh. I still haven't mastered carb counting, I believe I'm close to 1 unit per 10g, but it seems to fluctuate so I still have hypos and the libre is only near accurate or trending correctly about 1/3 of the time but it's helped massively in getting it into range and I was probably out of range by a few for a long time so I've noticed I feel much healthier since using it. Hope you enjoyed the story, I've never really told anyone before so there it is. I'll post a pic of my libre readings so you can see what I run out at now and any advice on nailing this carb counting so I'm having as little hypos as possible would be great, if there's some trick or system or something to refining it. Also feel free to comment on the libre data your honest opinions even if it's different. I believe it's quite good but I do still have hypos just not as many. Anyway, peace.
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