My original thought was ok I can handle this. I have never been so wrong in my sad pathetic life. This is so much bigger than me and I hate it.
I genuinely believe diabetes is the reason I'm still here now as fit and as healthy as I am.Don't try to beat it Robbie. You will just drive yourself down. Work on learning to live with it. There are people all around us with far worse conditions than diabetes. There are some poor souls with worse conditions and diabetes as well. I thank myself very lucky every single day.
I genuinely believe diabetes is the reason I'm still here now as fit and as healthy as I am.
I had the same thought after being diagnosed in the hospital. "When can I go home." Technically I was diagnosed the day before when I saw my doctor. Since it was a new diagnosis we were just starting on a path of treatment and sorting out what type I was. I think my doctor hoped to give me sometime to ease into things. But my sugar was really high, and my system was completely out of whack. I went to the hospital the following day feeling dead exhausted, and they wound up keeping me for week. My doctor told me I did the right thing by going to the hospital when he saw me in there. It amazes me how much I put up with in the hopes it would simply go away on its own.My very first thought was: when can I get myself out of this hospital?
The needle wound up for me being the easiest part of it. They're so small, just a small pick for a few seconds and you're done.I basically diagnosed myself (there was the symptoms, Google and my nan's blood sugar monitor) so my first thought was that I probably should go to hospital... and maybe I should pack a bag in case they keep me in. But they just had a half hearted attempt at killing me (40 units of actrapid and sent home less than an hour later with no means of testing blood sugar, no insulin, no advice not to drive, no advice on what a hypo was or how to treat it and only told not to eat sugar while waiting to see the endo in the week) but it was early Saturday afternoon and there was a home game on do it probably wouldn't have been terribly pleasant to have been admitted.
And then at the actual endo diagnosis appointment (the Wednesday after, after having what was probably a false hypo on the Saturday night and luckily ignoring the no sugar instruction I pretty much slept until I saw the endo, and my ex nurse mother was sensible enough to confiscate the car keys) and the DSN appointment afterwards my main though was "oh the needles don't hurt" after the DSN basically used my mum as a dartboard to demonstrate tha the needles really don't hurt.
It's been bugging me.The very first feeling, which was quickly overwhelmed with lots of additional ones, was:
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Disbelief. You could not have concoted a bigger surprise for me. It came out of the blue during a routine annual medical. (No prior symptoms, at least none that were obvious.)