This morning I woke up with a high blood sugar. And at lunch
I had a low after taking some fast acting with my long acting insulin. Let me
give you some background about my diabetes.
I was diagnosed with Type 1, insulin dependent diabetes when
I was 28 years old. I was about four months pregnant with my son. While trying
to get it under control I had a nurse who treated me like a book or a robot. At
that time I was on NPH and Humalog. I had severe highs and lows. She had me
calling in daily with my readings and adjusting my insulin accordingly. Still I
had sever highs and lows. I was not enjoying my pregnancy at all, which made me
depressed, and I felt scatter brained a lot from the sugar swings. Well my
independent in control self rebelled after a while and I refused to see or talk
to her anymore. My OB-GYN agreed to monitor my sugar. I truly like and
appreciate my OB-GYN she is honest, straight-forward, and treats me as an
individual. The birth of my son wasn't easy, a bit scary if I do say so, and I
do (my mother would agree). During the next year I go on Lantus and Humalog.
Still having big swings. Then on Mother's Day of that year I have a rather
severe low which terrifies me. I start not wanting to take insulin at all. I
try to control my eating, going basically no carbohydrates to try to keep from
taking an. Then I go into melt down and for a day stop taking all insulin. Not
smart. Not smart at all. A hospital stay later and I am back on my long acting
insulin. But the problem is the fear hasn't receded, if anything I now have a
fear of highs too. I have huge anxiety attacks about both highs and lows. I
become obsessed with ketone strips and checking my sugars constantly. What
keeps me in this anxiety state are moments like waking up from a nap with my 18
month old son and shaking and sweating so badly that I am laying on the floor
beside him, with my mom on the phone, trying to keep me calm while I try to
shove crackers down my throat. Needless to say I am not to this day a healthy
diabetic, as I write this it makes me sad when one nurse could mistreat me so
badly. When the whole system still has not given me a comprehensive treatment
plan. They don't take into account daily activity, types of carbs, etc... They
have me on a higher dose of long acting than I know I need because if I don't
eat a meal or delay one, I have a low sugar reaction. I still get up in the
middle of the night to eat because of all of the nights when they were
increasing my doses that I woke up to stumble to the kitchen sweating and
shaking looking for any kind of sugar to pour down my throat.
So back to today, I am now taking baby steps with insulin.
Whereas I wouldn't put fast acting in my body for a few years, I am now taking
1-3 units depending on my numbers. This morning I thought to myself, my doctor
would want me to take at least one unit. I did. I was a half hour late eating
lunch, and guess what, a low. Yep. I begin my lunch with a couple of doughnuts
and a cinnamon roll, feeling my sugar continue to drop, but force myself to
then eat my regular lunch and wait an half an hour. Yes, it is back up by 50
points. Will I let this set me back, no, I just won't take any fast acting at
that number anymore. Baby steps.

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