I've had T1 diabetes for a year now. My previous 2 HbA1c results were very good. There were times that I felt very tired of it, but it didn't take longer than maybe 2 weeks. But this time, it feels very different.
It's been 2 months or so, I have lost all my control over diabetes. I don't check my blood sugar regularly, I postpone injecting and then will, of course, get highs. I was at a language school, sometimes would get up later than usual and then had to eat at school. It started to become a habit to eat first and then inject. But then it turned out that I usually forget injecting.
In the mornings, when my blood sugar is around 4 or 5, I skip injecting just because I eat one slice of rye-bread and it has around 15 carbs. But in the long run, I guess it's had bad effects on my blood sugar.
I make mistakes, knowing the results I will get. And then I feel so guilty and I live with the fear of death, every single day. I always think that I'll end up having horrible complications. And a few weeks ago, I got this urinary infection. Now I all feel that I definitely screwed up.
My blood sugar is not always high, but I have these swings very often lately. It won't go always straight.
And today I have realized something that has made me feel so sad and LONELY. Before my diagnosis, I had so many problems. I'm an immigrant in a different country and my doctor was so idiot not to understand anything wrong with me. So, I was diagnosed when I went to my home country for holiday. My family was shocked to see me having lost 15 kilos and how sick I looked.
So now, even though I have regular check-ups, they won't trust my treatment here and I know they'll get panicked if I tell about these to them. I know they care for me and they get worried after that horrible experience, but they need understand that I'm here, in a different country, this is my illness and I am responsible for it.
And my sister was so shocked when I told her that I can eat sweets in moderate amounts.
I'm sorry for this long and maybe boring post(and also my not very good English)... But I just felt so lonely and thought only people with whom I have something in common can understand how this really is...
It's been 2 months or so, I have lost all my control over diabetes. I don't check my blood sugar regularly, I postpone injecting and then will, of course, get highs. I was at a language school, sometimes would get up later than usual and then had to eat at school. It started to become a habit to eat first and then inject. But then it turned out that I usually forget injecting.
In the mornings, when my blood sugar is around 4 or 5, I skip injecting just because I eat one slice of rye-bread and it has around 15 carbs. But in the long run, I guess it's had bad effects on my blood sugar.
I make mistakes, knowing the results I will get. And then I feel so guilty and I live with the fear of death, every single day. I always think that I'll end up having horrible complications. And a few weeks ago, I got this urinary infection. Now I all feel that I definitely screwed up.
My blood sugar is not always high, but I have these swings very often lately. It won't go always straight.
And today I have realized something that has made me feel so sad and LONELY. Before my diagnosis, I had so many problems. I'm an immigrant in a different country and my doctor was so idiot not to understand anything wrong with me. So, I was diagnosed when I went to my home country for holiday. My family was shocked to see me having lost 15 kilos and how sick I looked.
So now, even though I have regular check-ups, they won't trust my treatment here and I know they'll get panicked if I tell about these to them. I know they care for me and they get worried after that horrible experience, but they need understand that I'm here, in a different country, this is my illness and I am responsible for it.
And my sister was so shocked when I told her that I can eat sweets in moderate amounts.
I'm sorry for this long and maybe boring post(and also my not very good English)... But I just felt so lonely and thought only people with whom I have something in common can understand how this really is...