Sugar in the blood
I fucking hate being diabetic.
I don't complain about it all that much. I've been living with it for 18 years, so I have learned to deal with how much a pain in the ass it is, but I feel like bitching so bare with me.
Over the course of a week, 7 days, I get exercise on average 4 of those days a week. By exercise I mean I ride my bike 5 miles to and from work. I walk my dog close to a mile (in total) every day. I get my usda approved amount of working out every week. I'm not much of a stationary guy. I sit a fair amount at work, but I try to walk seven or eight blocks at lunch every day.
Keeping control of my blood sugar every minute of every day fucking sucks. I haven't been able to remember a time where I didn't have to worry about what I was eating, or how much insulin I need to inject - since I got this when I was twelve.
To think that most people don't have to worry about it make me mad. I have never been one to eat terrible foods. I wasn't an obese child. Nobody close to me in my family had type 1 diabetes before I got it.
It's a pain.
I have read a few other diabetic blogs and they all complain like this a little, so I thought I would share.
My blood sugar has been high for 30 hours, with three days of 5 mile bike rides.
I give up.
I don't mean I give up, give up. I mean I give up worrying about it and I'll continue to take just as good care of myself as I've been. I give up worrying about the numbers. That's the biggest pain of all of it. Bodies change every once in a while. Even if I did the same exact thing, ate the exact same meals, etc. everyday - it would eventually change a little bit. I have to adjust insulin and exercise, all that.
It's still not the best it could be, but it's getting closer.
I have an appointment with a diabetes specialist in two weeks. I need to start writing down my glucose and insulin levels.
I don't complain about it all that much. I've been living with it for 18 years, so I have learned to deal with how much a pain in the ass it is, but I feel like bitching so bare with me.
Over the course of a week, 7 days, I get exercise on average 4 of those days a week. By exercise I mean I ride my bike 5 miles to and from work. I walk my dog close to a mile (in total) every day. I get my usda approved amount of working out every week. I'm not much of a stationary guy. I sit a fair amount at work, but I try to walk seven or eight blocks at lunch every day.
Keeping control of my blood sugar every minute of every day fucking sucks. I haven't been able to remember a time where I didn't have to worry about what I was eating, or how much insulin I need to inject - since I got this when I was twelve.
To think that most people don't have to worry about it make me mad. I have never been one to eat terrible foods. I wasn't an obese child. Nobody close to me in my family had type 1 diabetes before I got it.
It's a pain.
I have read a few other diabetic blogs and they all complain like this a little, so I thought I would share.
My blood sugar has been high for 30 hours, with three days of 5 mile bike rides.
I give up.
I don't mean I give up, give up. I mean I give up worrying about it and I'll continue to take just as good care of myself as I've been. I give up worrying about the numbers. That's the biggest pain of all of it. Bodies change every once in a while. Even if I did the same exact thing, ate the exact same meals, etc. everyday - it would eventually change a little bit. I have to adjust insulin and exercise, all that.
It's still not the best it could be, but it's getting closer.
I have an appointment with a diabetes specialist in two weeks. I need to start writing down my glucose and insulin levels.
posted by blob bladewig @ 1:10 PM
1 Comments:
At 11:47 AM ,
Matt said...
Oh, no, don't give up.
I think you're awesome for taking such good care of yourself, and I think it will pay dividends in the quality and length of your life. And it will pay dividends for those of us who are your friends, since we'll have you around.
Well, suddenly, this got very preachy.
I was thinking the other day about my father in law. He's got type II diabetes, smokes, and has a bowl of ice cream every time we sit down to a large meal with him. He goes between forty and sixty pounds overweight. I worry about him a lot. I used to be really pissed off that he wouldn't stop smoking, especially after they put the stent in his heart, and I'm just as pissed off now, just quieter about it.
You can tell blood sugar to suck it. For me.
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