conniecar
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 299
- Type of diabetes
- Type 1
- Treatment type
- Insulin
I've had type one since 1976 when I was 7. I was misdiagnosed with nocturnal hypos for 36 years but after a serious accident with a convector heater where I had 3rd degree burns ( hope you're not eating your tea ) my husband, who's a nurse luckily realised I was having epileptic seizures and not hypos, so I've been on medication for 3 years for that. I've now an under active thyroid and been very poorly with a critically low vitamin d level ( caused by my epilepsy meds ). I was misdiagnosed with everything from rabies to nits and told my pain was also neuropathy - my fault of course I've assumed as my GP tuts when he sees me. I'm totally fed up with it all now as I've got diabetic hand, Dupytrens, two frozen shoulders and am struggling to walk without foot pain. Not sure what my whinge is really as I'm preaching to the converted but I would love all of my consultants to communicate and come up with answers without me feeling so rubbish. Like you all I put on a happy face
at work and put up with colleagues saying 'oooh I couldn't inject me self me! ' ( I love it obviously ) when really I want to squirt Novorapid over their dinner when they're not looking. I've had a right melt down today and yesterday ( went to see Jason Bourne at the pictures last night and didn't enjoy it as I just felt so weird. ) I've a lovely husband and son and that makes it worse, as I keep welling up and being a parp. I'm boring myself. As Pink Floyd would say 'is there anybody out there....?' ( sorry if prog rock reference is a bit dated, I am 47.) xxxx
at work and put up with colleagues saying 'oooh I couldn't inject me self me! ' ( I love it obviously ) when really I want to squirt Novorapid over their dinner when they're not looking. I've had a right melt down today and yesterday ( went to see Jason Bourne at the pictures last night and didn't enjoy it as I just felt so weird. ) I've a lovely husband and son and that makes it worse, as I keep welling up and being a parp. I'm boring myself. As Pink Floyd would say 'is there anybody out there....?' ( sorry if prog rock reference is a bit dated, I am 47.) xxxx
what can you say?! As far as she's concerned diabetes just means an embargo on meringues and the reason why she can't get in to see her GP. As an extract from my diary ( New Year's Day 1976 ) said ' I'm in hospital and have had loads of pricks!' On that happy note, goodnight all 
Must have been something in the air Christmas '76, everyone goes on about the heatwave but I just remember eating a selection box on Christmas Day, then being taught to weigh bread on New Year's Day. Soon after the hospital gave me a 'gun' that you loaded your syringe in ( only the weight of a nuclear submarine) and it handily fired the syringe at your skin. Who invented that, can't have been diabetic? One go, ok but every time? Also remember the urine tablets and shouting 'mum it's blue, can I have a Digestive?' from the loo. Happy days xx
. Just try and stay positive sending hugs x