Three years ago, 2 days before my 40th birthday, I was admitted into the local hospital's ICU for 4 days with a diagnosis of type 1 diabetes. I had lost 40 pounds in 5 months without trying. After a round of antibiotics 2 months before my birthday I started getting really really sick. I had every untreated diabetic symptom in the book and my body was pretty much eating itself to keep me alive. Not sure if any of you know what an A1c is, but when they tested my blood in the hospital my blood sugar had averaged over 600 for the three months (probably 2) prior that the test covers. That's really really bad. You're fasting blood sugar should be about 90-110. I believe we caught this fast enough (not that there was a choice) that it didn't do any serious damage to my organs/nerves.
Anyway, when I got out of the hospital I became a "non-smoker." I was constantly jumping on my soapbox about preventing and/or managing diabetes. I have a friend in Florida who has type 2 and doesn't do a thing to control it. To me, that's called suicide and it makes me angry. When I got home from the hospital I threw everything that was loaded with carbs in the garbage or gave it away. Pretty much the only carbs I'd eat were vegetables. I did really good with this for about a year and a half. Then BD moved in and so did the pasta, pizza, etc. I know I went to the extreme but I was really okay with that lifestyle. I want to get back to it but am having difficulty. I'd rather have to take less insulin than pig out on shit and have to shoot up more medicine all the time. Insulin isn't cheap, either.
When I was pregnant with DD I had specialists constantly monitoring my sugar. I had to test 8x a day and fax my numbers to my maternal fetal medicine specialist every week. I had blood tests every 2-3 weeks. I was still eating shit, just keeping better tabs on my sugar. After she was born I think it all went into the toilet. I have been horrible about checking my sugar when I need to and horrible about staying on top of my insulin. Part of it was that I was so tired and alone with a newborn. That turned into a habit. Now I just suck. Yesterday I checked 2 hours after lunch and my sugar was so high my meter wouldn't even register. That means it was over 600. Now, it doesn't usually get THAT high. It was fine in the morning and I took my morning insulin. I just didn't stay on top of it and I have no excuse.
I suck and I am ashamed that I'm doing this to my body. I really need a hard kick in the ass. The diabetes support group here doesn't meet in the winter so I don't have that to fall back on at the moment. Please feel free to kick my ass, yell at me, hold me accountable, whatever. I need it.
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