So tonight I got to meet an amazing musician named George Canyon. For those of you who don’t know, he’s a Canadian country singer who was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes when he was 14. He has done such amazing things. He’s a spokesperson for Animas, he’s held concerts that were free for diabetics and their families, and he’s always happy to meet other diabetics. He was such a nice person and tonight I fulfilled my wish to meet him. I even got him to sign my pump :)
*immediately feels low and drinks juice*
*brushes teeth again*
Ugh so I’m 22 mmol/l and I have a ton of reading to do for my classes but I’m kind of dizzy and I don’t think I’m going to take in any of the information. Whatever, I guess I’ll do it anyway and hope for the best.
So my sister went to test my blood sugar last night because she knew I’d been high, but I woke up, started talking to her, and tested myself. I was 16 so I gave myself a correction and I woke up in the morning at 4.4. The only problem is I don’t remember doing any of this, and I didn’t even know I’d given a correction until she told me this morning.
It’s almost 3 am right now and I have 1.0 ketones and I feel pretty sick and I can’t go to bed. This is the first time I’ve had a higher than normal ketone reading and I feel so awful. I changed my site, took an injection, and am drinking a lot of water. I guess I just need to wait and see now..
So I changed my site and took the old one out. It wasn’t even kinked or anything. Now I have no idea what’s going on but my corrections weren’t working so I figured it was worth a shot.
What a great start to my vacation. My site was really sore so I decided to change it, but the new site didn’t go in all the way and ended up kinking. Waking up high in the middle of the night sucks.
People are so quick to say “it could be worse” and so incredibly slow to try and understand the amount of pain, sickness, and worry I feel on a daily basis.
So I went to an amazing concert last night and got home around midnight. My blood sugar was 11. Next thing you know, it’s 3 am and I wake up feeling low. I was 2.3! Of course, I then proceeded to eat everything in sight and went back to bed (after having to bolus; it was that bad. It’s safe to say my night didn’t end very well, but I don’t even care because the concert was worth it.
I have a very complicated relationship with food. It has, at times, been both my best friend and worst enemy. When I was first diagnosed with diabetes, all of my food was eaten in carefully controlled portions. If I was hungry between meals, I was only allowed to eat something with no carbs. I practically lived off of cheese in those first couple of years. But that was normal for me. I think that’s part of why I hated it so much. Kids aren’t supposed to live like that.
Food also became a chore to me. Forcing down some crackers because I was too low before my hockey game was okay sometimes, but those times where I just couldn’t finish my meal and had to make up for it in juice because I’d already taken my insulin really sucked. Or the meals where I’d had insulin and then someone in my family decided they wanted dessert and I couldn’t have any. My family always did their best to make me feel normal, eating mostly the same portions that I did, but some days I felt so far from being normal that I may as well have been from Mars.
That being said, food has also been my friend. Those times when I was really low, anything with a bit of sugar in it was viewed as a saving grace. I never left home without a juice box or Dex 4’s. Sometimes I got to eat in class when no one else was allowed, or I got to eat candy to treat my low. But still, in the back of my mind, there was a little voice that said, “You shouldn’t need to eat this. Your body should be fixing this on its own.”